Prod. Zyantos (Pristine Melody Records)

I saw ZIMABOT post this as a story like a year or so ago maybe longer asked if I could steal the thought, asked my boi Zy the wizard if he would produce it, he graciously accepted and now without further ado after 12+ months of sitting in the vault; one of my professional tracks not just a throwaway I hope you all enjoy <3

My Body Is A Temple AND I AM A TERRORIST (PROD. ZYANTOS)

Remember When

Good Music (feat. Jo Well)

Chilliepper cheffin’ boring builds in the kitchen,
Bard in the back, portal pop—no permission.
Swain so sweaty it’s basically nutrition,
Kindred marks stack like your Reddit petitions.
Pick-ban pope—got a spreadsheet for the draft,
But the whine ratio higher than his critical path.
Best in the lobby? That line’s thin ice,
Even a god gets nerfed when the patch notes bite.

Ninurtar steal kills like he Groupon-shoppin’,
Hands on the goal line—Phantom Dancer Mundo floppin’.
Miss Fortune locked in, champ pool on a diet,
Morg chains break but the damage? Quiet.
Owns half the roster, still half commits—
Can’t refund skill with them Riot credits.
Screamin’ his tag like a failed brand pitch,
Lowest K-D? Bro, that’s your niche.

Ascend, top-lane king with no mechanical flow,
“The Rock” back in action, but emotion don’t show.
Rekkles’ birthday twin—man, that’s your only dub,
Fizz fishin’ for kills, ADC game a scrub.
Bruiser main, abuse ARAM’s meta, man, confess,
Watchin’ pros daily—yet mechanics still a mess.
Split-push preacher, no one harvests the sermon,
TP on cooldown while the teamfight’s burnin’.

Gustav pathin’—NPC safari,
Jungle so safe it should count as a lobby.
Yasuo windwall? Bro, you gust in reverse—
We named a misplay after you, that’s generational curse.
Cousin on the enemy side, pulse climbin’,
Mental glass-fragile like red buff timing.
Says he’s the weakest, tryna charity queue,
But guilt-trip ganks still feedin’ the zoo.

Talk big, tilt bigger—Jakob spams chat triggers,
Yuumi AFK-strapped, lettin’ Lee flash figures.
Once was king of the mid, crown slipped in the fog,
Now he dodge-key ready like a corporate blog.
Mic check loud ‘til the lane goes sour,
Silence louder than a Baron steal power.
Can’t handle pressure? Switch to support life
Less keys to press, less pride to slice.

John shoutin', either hyper or silence
ADC duty-bound, that’s your forced alliance.
Girlfriend, game’s—everything slippin’ through fingers,
One-trick Jinx player, outside ADC, lingers.
Chaos when you’re playin’, lose control, let it rip,
From carry to liability, homie—get a grip.
Gold-funnel pipeline, but the stocks ain’t risin’,
Crit-cloak dreams while your lane keeps downsizin’.

Rulebook lawyer, loophole slayer,
Anivia ice walls in a maze-builder prayer.
Heimerdinger turrets—Vegas odds, high stakes,
Dies so odd we call it quantum mistakes.
Win fixated, risk-insulated? Never—
He bet the farm on a trick, calls it clever.
Breaks what he makes, then claims it’s art—
Patch note prodigy? More like spare-part chart.

Hook (Repeat, ad-libs layering up)
E-go death, that’s the tax for the click-up… etc.

Outro (Spoken, radio static)
Friendship’s fragile—like a Nexus crystal.
GG-WP, but the scoreboard’s digital;
Your ego? Respawn timer: indefinite

My Body Is A Temple AND I AM A TERRORIST (PROD. ZYANTOS)

JETHRO ~(PHASE 1)