MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
flatbush zombies - 222
Smoking good, looking good
Girlfriend, what's the issue, huh?
Got them hooked, take a look
A nigga never, ever gonna miss you, girl
Get it understood, you looking good
Mind and your body gotta equal, girl
How your soul hangs low like the bottom of your red shoes
And I think it's Louboutin, too
[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott]
Reality is wisdom, perspective
I like Horus, I don't like whores
Hindsight, oh my, I adore, for the time being
Yes, I am yours
Trump, my card, it's the ace of spades
And I hate to go away without getting this money made
But niggas be telling to believe in a reason to act up
Nigga lose his job, blame it all on some bad luck
Roller coaster, my eyes not open
The cold comes every season, trick
In the summer we smoke hunnids
My fall comes often evil shit
Just spews from my mind, I get confused all the time
My wall of space is confined
So you better elevate or lose time
Just lose time
[Hook: Erick Arc Elliott]
Smoking good, looking good
Girlfriend, what's the issue, huh?
Got them hooked, take a look
A nigga never, ever gonna miss you, girl
Get it understood, you looking good
Mind and your body gotta equal, girl
How your soul hangs low
Like the bottom of your red shoes
[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott]
Say dat, I don't play that
I be acting as if I'm a better man
And my mother to my brother from another
Boy, oh yes you can
From my sisters that keep the shit right
And my mothers that'll kiss you good night
Forty slugs in my liquor cup
Take a shot and I pick you up
Bang bang from the same gang
Kick rocks if you can't hang
Lil nigga, what you saying, mane?
Roll up but these lame hangs
Rolling up was a plane, mane
In the hood, it's all good, made our own Hollywood
Took a picture the system my mental track me like a alien
I combine thoughts with divine course
And exhale exhaust from my skeleton
Tell her I won't appear again
Fuck that, if I'm going, who will even care again?
Hate to be American, get away from experiments
Cause the truths in the pyramids
Cause we all fucking immigrants
And you're lying through your filaments
Lay back if you drink a bit
And indulge in the nigga shit
This is real nigga rhetoric
Dissolve all the simple shit, play a different game
It's too easy to be ignorant
Lay back, think a bit
[Hook: Erick Arc Elliott]
Smoking good, looking good
Girlfriend, what's the issue, huh?
Got them hooked, take a look
A nigga never, ever gonna miss you, girl
Get it understood, you looking good
Mind and your body gotta equal, girl
How your soul hangs low like the bottom of your red shoes
[Bridge: Bridget Perez]
Boy, I must be dreaming
The way you got me speaking
Hope that I'm not tripping because
All I do is think about you
Now light it up, light it up, you know what to do
One time, one time for my niggas of the Indigo
Two times, two times for my ladies that are not a ho
One time, one time for my niggas of the Indigo
All I do is think about you
Now light it up, light it up, you know what to do
[Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott]
Angel, want me for my peso
Telling other niggas you ain't never gonna wait
So I smash in the Range Rove
Beat beat then I add her to the payroll
Smoke another dub with a cousin and a bro
But I won't say it slow
Missing, representing the people that won't grow
So I carry lethal weapons that beat you through postal
Where the foes go, where we ever gon' go?
To the highest of the Horus eye
Fuck thoughts I am going 'til there's no reply
Flatline, I get lost 'n bossed
Metal cup passed it first
Never parked the cars
We ain't Boston, nigga
Ransom, nigga
We're on some now so explain it to me, nigga
I don't really know but gold
[Bridge: Bridget Perez]
Boy, I must be dreaming
The way you got me speaking
Hope that I'm not tripping because
All I do is think about you
Now light it up, light it up, you know what to do
One time, one time for my niggas of the Indigo
Two times, two times for my ladies that are not a ho
One time, one time for my niggas of the Indigo
All I do is think about you
Now light it up, light it up, you know what to do
flatbush zombies - a spike lee joint
Unsigned and independent
Look, tell my moms I did it
When you risk your life
Constant struggle to survive
Say yeah, oh, woah
Unsigned and independent
I move a mile a minute
When you risk your life
Constant struggle to survive
Say yeah, oh, woah
Dirty money clean money
Niggas see the difference
Tell the bartender leave
Some liquor for my niggas
Streets full of wolves so my appetite grew
I was hungry for this rap shit
Way back in high school
Motivated, knocked somebody off
To break the rule
Coordinated mind-frame
Slaughtering your view
Smoking on this green trees
I don't get the blues
If I see a nigga lurk
Then I gotta chuck a deuce
I was clocking out of work
'round the same time
I was writing out of thirst
Working three jobs
I ain't want to buy the purp
Friends'll leave ya cold turk'
It was adhd, smoking weed before church
Now I'm back for 'em
Tap dance on the platform
With the mask on
Hit the squad for the bad phone
(wildin') want it, now I gotta last long
Dog, I just get a bigger jawn if he act raw
Unsigned and independent
Look, tell my moms I did it
When you risk your life
Constant struggle to survive
Say yeah, oh, woah
Unsigned and independent
I move a mile a minute (difference)
When you risk your life
Constant struggle to survive
Say yeah, oh, woah
Dirty money, clean money
Can you see the difference?
Got a phone call from my baby mama tripping
Views like, fuck life what it's worth
Used to smoke mad weed
Before my grandma went to church
Had no id, hip-hop before
I started bumping eazy-e
When ringtones was the hot shit
And b. I. g. on my conscience when I spit
Nypd on my dick since I've been
Fornicating, investigations
Don't got no patience
All this bread I'm making
Used to fuck bad bitches
When my grandma's on vacation
Call a bitch over
Then she dipped for the weekend
Couple safes in my brib
Two phones and the rocket
Crip sets on the ave like a la dodger
Juice man, piff man with the grams, man
Me and fam
I'm spitting bars like a jail cell
Unsigned and independent
Look, tell my moms I did it
When you risk your life
Constant struggle to survive
Say yeah, oh, woah
flatbush zombies - amerikkkan pie
I am redesigning the mind of the masses
That fear a black man with tattoos and bandanas
But when a white man wear tattoos and bandanas
And joins a bike gang it's all cool with the balance
Hate my black flesh, bet you're mad that I came up
You cannot change, rearrange my chemical make-up
Pigmentation, annunaki blood
Who just wanted to make ya
Astral project plug outta the matrix, you fake fucks plagiarists
I make a whore drop drugs with my cranium
Telepathy, host with the most
You can't find a better beast
Better off dead, I sever off heads
Ever since I blew up niggas think I got bread
So they got their hands out, they gone get their palms read
Red from all they bloodshed
Load it up my nigga, bang bang
Cook that rock nigga, slang 'caine
Point your finger, play the blame game
Fuck it dog it's the american way
Get high my nigga, maintain
Tell lies, chase fame
Cause if they could they would still hang
Trust me dog it's the american way
Music my own drug, distributed through the people
Niggas will never change unless you thinkin' you need to
We were built to destroy, home of the unemployed
We callin' it rap, while you callin' it noise
So evacuate your homes, radios never play my favorite song
Miss america would never be black, no use in tellin' me that
Everybody could coincide, it could never be that
Good riddance to the realest, but you gotta feel us
Gettin' cash every day, twistin' flame, hurtin' feelings
Stereotype, never marry a wife
Another block nigga making music, maybe you right
Most definitely and you questioning me
If the world fucked up the exception is me
The government love guns till they aimed at you
Ain't no tellin what I might do for the red white and the blue
Oh shit, oh lord
Here we go again finna get these packs off
Repetitive sedative, got a fetish for fetishes
An american menace, I'm manifesting my businesses
Realest as realest gets, terror the terrorists
If you put your hands out I'mma crush your fingertips
Fuck bloomberg, that man absurd
Throw him in the trunk right up on the curb
Hop out mash out leave his ass thurr
Niggas talk shit but I don't fear words
Better off dead, prepare for the worse
Been slaved since the my first damn days on this earth
Fuck social security and fuck homeland security
9 11 Biggest fraud in history
And all you rappers ain't God damn shit to me
Getting fucked by a label
Fame chasing bitch chasing lonely ass nigga probably
Go and snitch you ain't going to face it
In debt to the red white and blue
Your government lies so who the fuck is you
flatbush zombies - ascension
I have ascended
I'm trying to be better than god
The fuck am I saying?
I have ascended
I'm trying to be better than god
What the fuck am I saying?
I ain't even enter my prime
Taking over the world
We'll do it one day at a time
Time is an illusion
I think that I'm losing my mind
I have ascended
I'm trying to be better than god
What the fuck am I saying?
I ain't even enter my prime
Taking over the world
We'll do it one day at a time
Time is an illusion
I think that I'm losing my mind
You might've
Heard that I got touch like midas
I might just use pliers
To pull teeth don't bite us
That bites us, red dot, head shot
Kick rocks or bite dust
Don't like us then try us
Your family get tied up your wifey
She tied up cause she fucked the both us
So much swear that probably use
That gun on yo' holster
And bang yourself
Now you know cancel you're over
Chip off the ol' block
Chip on my shoulders
See pain in my eyes, burden on shoulders
Why god move the sun
Without burning his shoulders?
I'm cold brah, venomous cobra
Clutch on my weapon raise
From waist to shoulder
Level you looking disheveled
I'm on a new level
The devil conducts
All his tests in the ghetto
Go 'head and contest
With a rebel roll heavy with metal
I'm reading your mental cause
I have ascended
I'm trying to be better than god
What the fuck am I saying?
I ain't even enter my prime
Taking over the world
We'll do it one day at a time
Time is an illusion
I think that I'm losing my mind
I have ascended
I'm trying to be better than god
What the fuck am I saying?
I ain't even enter my prime
Taking over the world
We'll do it one day at a time
Time is an illusion
I think that I'm losing my mind
flatbush zombies - bounce
Wylin wylin
Wylin wylin huh
Wylin wylin huh
Ysl pants with the zippers, yikes
Met her this evenin' already hit it, twice
Tag on your soul everybody got a price
Acid, acid, change yo' life
Bape if she hip, saint laurent if she bougie
I'm faded like boosie
She call me meechy over
I slide in that coochie
Nosedive in that coochie
My dick is big, it should be wearin' a coogi
Imma need some friends
Tie-dyed my lifestyle
Even bleached the pants
Next week japan
Thom browne bubble lens, I need the tint
Flatbush, brooklyn, from the county of kings
Run up on me like I'm some hippie nigga
And die under the knife, joan rivers
Ooh, damn, that punchline delivers
Hold up wait a minute, moment of silence
Hm, fuck it
Let's get back to wylin'
Blood on your timbs, shoot shoot
Blood at your limbs, tuh tuh
Split at your rims
Ambidexterity, I shoot with two hands
Even got blood on your friends
I think I just flooded the benz
Damn it, baby, meechy's at it again
M-m-murder, murder, murder
Capital m with two gats in my hand
Everyday a nigga wake up
Got to blaze a little chronic
Thank the universe, a blessing
New day, a new dollar
Middle finger to my niggas
And my bitches two times
Representing for my niggas
In the hood it's no ceiling
Sellin', trappin' like a villain, cold
Should've made a killing, go
Finger played with it, yo
Nigga stay with it
Hate a nigga, fade him quicker now
Numb dum diddy dum I, I, I, I, I
High like the sun
Fetch a frequency, this ain't shit to me
She said she got a friend
Then let my nigga beat
Meech roll 'em, bust 'em, cannons, wooh
Spliff long looking like a manson
I'm on acid feeling like the hamptons
She feeling freaky beat
The pussy like a champion
Young nigga but I'm still o. g
Supreme team like 1993
Triple 6 on my coffin
I dance with the devil
Came back with a vengeance
Christ off the hinges
I'm nice with the spit kid
Twice as much vicious
Psycho-active, I'm on a mission
Electric koolade
Make your decision
You want it, I get you
These niggas ain't right
They can't write they own shit
But they smile in your face
And they claim they the shit
But to me a disgrace
Trying to keep steps ahead
Like we running a race
Got an ounce to burn, got a trip to make
Free my niggas lawd, made it right today
Got an ounce to burn, got a trip to make
Not a thug but niggas know how I keep mine
Call her up or quick to throw up
The peace sign
Throw that pussy, let me hit it
Girl, I got to get it
Saying she got a feeling
She let a young nigga hit it
Back and forth
Cause we smoke them seven grams
Billboard shit
I don't expect you to understand
My performance, dreams at 14
Now I hear them calling two to their seats
Won't slip away this is serious business
Voidin the mischief while spending
These benjamins
Surrender potential pussy to me
Brought to you by the ungrateful police
Conscious keep telling me, beautiful melody
Will exhibit if I trip on the l. s. d
Nah, window for money and dro
Some people think I spend money for show
Spending show money
Flip like aerobics
Components will kill my opponents
I sit on my throne, it's enormous
Composed with the chorus
My karma is good, dog
And don't need supportin'
My bitch is so gorgeous, I cannot afford
To spend time with her
When chasin' these whores
Money, keep countin'
She strip like lance mountains
My passport is packed
How I travel, astoundin' (yeah)
Thug waffle did that
Now we comin' back for the killer contract
Pull up on your pampers
Three man army
Address the bitch niggas in a song
Call it palm trees
Not a fan of you
If you ain't ever hug my moms, b
Not a fan of niggas
That be talkin' where I'm gon' be
Talk a lot of mess
Leave you niggas out of pocket
Don't talkin' to me less
You talkin' bout a profit
Universe a blessing, a new day a new dollar
Tag on your soul, everybody got a price
Acid, acid change yo' life
flatbush zombies - death
Spitting shit, disfigured like ligaments
Picture the making of this, my hands tied
Watch the smoke flow by, by, bye-bye
On the porch, newports, packs of the loud
New bitch packing the crowds
The macking spectacular, is you fucking or nothing?
MM, a little sumchin
Bitch, you know I'm buzzing, bumpity bumping
Packs in the back of mack's trunk and drunk and
We up yet we slumping, zombie fully function
Fu-fu-fuck corruption, lies vivid as jenna's titties
Terrorist experiments, america's full of shit, uh
Blinded by skin color, blinded by his lover
Blinded by shining lights, and you the gift of life
Relax my mind 'til it's do or die
Each moment's a mineral, poetry's protein
The verse is a vitamin, effects like codeine
What you gon' do when them zombies come for you
(Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill)
Dta, I don't trust none of my homies
Juice laced my spliff with pcp and never told me
Passed me a cup of bleach and said meech sip on this codeine
Wash it down with oe, now I'm throwed up like o. g. 's
My voice hold the beat down, it's the anchor
And my nigga stay with the metal like kurt angle
Zombies blowing up like the boston marathon, boom
What, too soon? Opposite of late bloom
Dunk from the free throw since I was spewed from the womb
Survival of the fittest, I ate my twin in the womb
And due to robin givens, I may never jump the broom
And while you pay for pussy I was out in paid dues
Stage diving turned a couple thousand people to my pool
You a fool if you think I ain't on the move
I am it, I am new, I exude
But cannot be reproduced, execute
For my grimy and my destitute
Spit in your face at the pearly gates
At twenty-four a nigga special like he thirty-eight
The limerick I kick is four finger ring shit
I twist a motherfucker limbs up like a green spliff
Defying odds
No façade, man my city like oz
So with this tree of weed I'm never tryna be the prize
Rap, produce, half a muse when I scribe thought
A quiet man, so if I can't stand then I'ma fall
I'd rather be a failure than never mentioned at all
The dimensions of the mind measure crime like yellow tape
Music the bass, swap my heart for an 808
You outta shape, smoking great good God, like j. r
Nostrils filled with the potency of smoking kief
All the windows down so you know it's me
Bow down, my radiator hits like my amy wine vinyl, for now
flatbush zombies - death 2
"Maybe I should have killed four-five hundred
People, then I would've felt better. Then
I would've felt like I really offered society
Something. You know, if I wanted to kill
Somebody, I'd take this book and beat
You to death with it, and I wouldn't feel
A thing. It'd be just like walking to the drug store. "
I crack your fucking skull and use it as a bowl for cereal
I'm so serial, ted bundy give me money
Son of sam, gun in hand, jeffrey dahmer with two llamas
In a tinted astro van looking for a whatch'macallit
Too much pride, to beg your pardon, so it's
Slaughter when I'm on ya
Ginsu soldier, let me see your guts and glory
We shall possess your soul and make you
Off your mother like menendez brothers
I am wicked like no other, fuck you want
Zodiac killer, libras in the trunk
Smelling like a dozen skunks
Cement their toes before I dunk them in the hudson
Shatter jaws and break their teeth so
Forensics can't see nothin'
Laugh as I flee the scene, and make it 500 feet
Police pull over to me
Asked if that blood on my shirt
Said nah, it's a pizza stain
He laughed, gave me a ticket
Said nigga, don't speed again
But he wasn't black so you know I had to
Aim and bang, bang, bang
flatbush zombies - devil & us
Man I feel worthless, a good purchase
Abiding by the law, good purp and good purpose
I ain't perfect, nobody on this earth is
Sweeter than the cherry of a virgin
Got me out the loop like this cursive
Eyes blink, nervous, words slur lurkin a wordsmith
And the worst is, kinda perturbed bitch
If you ain't talking 'bout money I'm allergic
Six feet deep nigga where the dirt is
And bad bitches keep them guns inside they purses
The devil tongue got me sprung through these verses
If I'm the number one somethin' gotta surface
Grade school played a fool, did the math on it
Hella blind to these hoes so I passed on it
Show them titties girls put my autograph on it
Broken dreams dog, rappin' with a cast on it
Lyrical child of the indigo
Heathens pray to God, I'm only 'bout the literal
I can see your third eye, talk about a miracle
Take a walk in my shoes, most of you just tippy-toe
Time feelin' awesome engraved in my coffin
One whiff will make you pause, make you nauseous
Then I'm livin' proof ask luke where the force is
Bury me a g, tailored suit lookin' gorgeous
Floorless, burn spliffs like I forfeit
Shut your eyes and enjoy the endorphins
Deep seas yuh, swimmin' with the dolphins
Back it up please proceed to move with caution
There's no facade, the zombies in the soir
Christian is the call but they never pray to God
If victory is war then we never met 'em
If you dancin' with the devil then I'm walkin' on the stars
Frog skin glasses, grippin' fat asses
My style surpasses, finger to the masses
Heron samples tryna make examples
All the wack rappers talking it tryna make examples
Young ass nigga where your money at nigga
Spit that gudda rap nigga, get ya mummy wrapped nigga
Pocket full of stones, leave blood in the floor
Blood stains on the wall blood rains in the morgue
I'm rotten, I'm stiff
Welcome to the underworld life's a bitch
A corpse, a carcass
Middle finger to the world in my new shh
It's grimy, it's gudda
Real shit just a bad motherfucker
Devolved, deceased
Bare arms see the? In belief
Bear stroll, come and walk with a beast
Drink beer so a nigga kinda slur when he speak
Requiem the dead never walks so we never in
Psilocybin high I'm on another binge
Inny mini miney mo, a lot of ya'll niggas ain't built for the throne
Quote me if I'm wrong, levelheaded, headstrong
Drink your lix of holy water to build up
Ayahuasca, yopo, I'm so gone
My soul's worn, I'm so drawn, I'm so torn
Seize the moment seize rye seed the omen
Juice go hard, seeds are roamin'
They swear I'm on the deep end
But it all depends if they comprehend
Killa' rap shit, nick name exorcism
Protected by the gods, trill shit no religion
High beyond biblical proportions
Told a catholic priest bible paper burn awesome
Open my eyes and view the ceiling from my coffin
Why are you surprised that I paint these vivid portraits?
Staring in my vanity as I sit and plot another casualty
Higher than a meth head on a trampoline
I trample these beats like a tyrant, beast
Eats anything that bleeds, feast on the soul of these
I'm quick to tell a ho "at ease", I'm blowin' leaves
Spittin' razor blades, tongue flip, flesh lacerate
Every day is halloween, wrap you up in masking tape
Drag you to the ocean floor body wash on jersey shore
Now you got a situation, death is chasin' while you waitin'
I plot your fate, and politic while sharing blunts with satan
I drink a keg of acid spit that in angels faces
See you're a mere mortal so there is no relation
On the highway to hell speedin' while I'm masturbatin'
With a thick witch, big tits, and her craft's amazin'
Make her hit this big spliffs, of the cali raisin
Don't waste a drop, she swallow when I'm ejaculating'
And I'm sittin' mean og like I'm papi mason
A glass of virgin blood and about a hundred blunts
Here to bring the fall like the end of summer does
Life is a race well I already won it, cuz
Off that hundredth blunt, I'm about to hit a hundred-one
flatbush zombies - don't do drugs kids
Acid, acid - tab, tab
Roll it, smoke it - take a drag, drag
Ain't no heart in the music, it's all device
In the lab cooking work like walter white
My general salute, I got a gram or two
And have a nigga head spinning like a poltergeist
Probably never gon' change, nigga, fuck fame
This is real cocaine, nigga, nigga, numb your gums
Nut, numb 'til you spit
Nothing I ever do is wack, so in fact, I am that sick
Nigga, hit it once then he pass it
Casket, casket, I am often drastic
Undead to the dead, two horns on my head
Levitating when my eyes become red, dawg
Nectar for the holy protector, wreck them
Yes, I carry a long weapon, just in case
Machine gun them, we clear the place
True jah love, ganja we blaze
Don't do drugs, kids, give them to I
It's amazing how acid could open your eyes
My face look sour cause I'm smoking it, guy
I'm so damn high, can't open my eyes
You the best, nuh-uh, I'm the best, bruh bruh
Shotgun, pump pump, leave you leaking, slump slump
Now you all fucked up, don't compare us
To nobody, nigga, they're not us
Had to die for these children, fuck the music is my grudge
O. g. I puff, gold teeth, not much if (not at all)
Told her I don't give a fuck unless the money's involved
Or drugs involved, or fucks involved
Baby, a dollar and a dream'll make your money evolve
Like watered-down packs, you're not that raw
These bolivian bars that I'm stepped on
Hear thy weapon, fear thy weapon
Nigga, you slipping if ain't near thy weapon
Supreme seams, zombie logo
Or I'm wearing polo, eye bleed, hit trees, meet sonny bono
Between these seas and I row row row row
Radiant girl can't see my aura
I'm meechy, I needs me a rita ora
Lock your daughters, I'm coming for her
I knock that bitch up and I not support her, I'm joking, sorta
You know my future's bright and I'm kinda important
I don't need the karma, drama, baby momma
Unless she bout dollars she spray the llama
When doubt I got problems, I spit that fool and drown in a coffin
The world's on my back and it's quite exhausting
But I'mma keep squeezing it for all this fortune, I'm off this
flatbush zombies - face-off
[Verse 1: L. S. Darko]
Excuse me America
I don't do the taxes
I make my money flip stretch
We call it gymnastics
It's fucking Friday
I need a Nia Long
With a nice set of tits and a green thong
Me and Juicy always smoking we like Cheech Chong
A french bitch pussy sweet honey Dijon
She love the paper, everywhere the cash be (Cha-Ching)
Now baby girl, pop that pussy like some acne
I must be ballin' cause she only fuck with athletes
I'm that deep smoking purple in a black tee
I love weed nigga, I got a green thumb
She fuck me nigga, until she bleed cum
Ya favorite crew be on a milk carton soon
I'm busting off in the ocean like a harpoon
Yeah, money green nigga so they envy
A gat on with a beam for the enemy
Kush and codeine now I lean like the Italy
Tower of Pisa nigga, a pretty diva with us
Her body is magnifique, I call her Mona Lisa
Oh yeah, and she barely speak, she only roll the reefer
I'm smoking super kush good god I'm super high
Bumping ready to die, feeling ready to die
Like I done seen death, shit you ain't seen yet (I did)
With there is no hate, and you don't need flesh
A bright idea, you can see me in the nighttime
Got weed, a bitch, a pack of rubbers, and some white wine
Got left behind cause you wasn't in your right mind
Lost all your paper cause you wasn't in the right grind
I put my dick between her tits, now we Siamese
Fucked her on the floor so I won't mess up my designer sheets
Made her pussy fart, burp, cough, her vagina speak
She suck away the pain and strain her brain like its finals week
[Verse 2: L. S. Darko]
Perfect day, 10 bitches, and sour diesel
11 coffins my flow ugly awesome you hear dis shit
And get lost and eventually I have a fortune
That'll be awesome
Gettin' hand painted portraits of me getting my balls licked
Pump-action shotty that will shoot off your door hinge
Dusting weed by the ton, nigga needed forklifts
Razor blade under my tongue while I spit this raw shit
Ya'll niggas should forfeit
flatbush zombies - fly away
Say hello to satan, once you cross the bridge
Screams turned to whispers
Fighting in the mist
I do not belong here
I think they clipped my wings
Uncertain, unstable, do I even exist?
Now how can I fly away?
We're born to die anyway
I'm getting high everyday
Will suicide end the pain?
Say hello to satan, once you cross the bridge
Screams turned to whispers
Fighting in the mist
I do not belong here
I think they clipped my wings
Uncertain, unstable, do I even exist?
Now how can I fly away?
We're born to die anyway
I'm getting high everyday
Will suicide end the pain?
flatbush zombies - god blessed the dead
It's that brooklyn phenom
Psychedelic tzion, suspended in animation
While lookin down at you peons
Defying the laws of physics, while hitting gravity bongs
After she hit the spliff, her voice get raspier than t-boz
If you don't like the way I live my life, why dont you take it
In all my past lives I've laughed in my killers faces
I'm into blood, beef, human mutilation
Extended clips squeeze, let it desinigrate em
I'm from a place where hell is considered a safe haven
Since its the root of all evil, we thank satan for this paper
I don't give a fuck about who pregnant or who rich
I dont give about her ice or his whips
Money blemishes, you can't spit the way you used to spit
Sometimes a artist become bigger then the art that he presents
Fuck the spectacle they put these fuck boys on the pedestal
I'm feeling skeptical, cause ignorance is bliss
I'm with my ignorantest chick
And ignorantest ain't a word, but I'm so ignorant it is
This the flow that send em shiv - ers
From every verse, from every curse
I am cursed with this curse to outdo my last verse
To outshine my last word, never decline
No backwards
I ain't here to tell stories
I ain't here to tell lies
The game ain't been the same since big fucked around and died
The game ain't been the same since pac fucked around and died
The game ain't been the same since pun fucked around and died
I ain't here to tell stories
I ain't here to tell lies
The game ain't been the same since l fucked around and died
The game ain't been the same since pimp fucked around and died
The game ain't been the same since steez fucked around and died
flatbush zombies - good grief
Ain't no question 'bout this paper
My mind is on a different angle
Wish I could cop that coupe
For all my good niggas
I thank you, good riddance, good business
Good grief, what is?
We smoking marijuana for free
Ain't no question 'bout this paper
My mind is on a different angle
Wish I could cop that coupe
For all my good niggas
I thank you, good riddance, good business
Good grief, what is?
We smoking marijuana for free
Since a soldier saw the surface
I cracked the canvas and cursed it
Part of me wasn't good enough
But a picture ain't perfect
What is proper and purpose?
Leaving families hurting
She don't trust me at all
She put a lock on her purses
Part of me don't deserve ya'
Pardon bruh, I was nervous
And this is a new beginning
We fly so come feel the turbulence
Never bow to that serpent
Dreamed and found out I'm worth it
Soul circuit, love lurking
And close curtains
And I be that bigger person
And this my seed, she nurse it
I stimulate her mind
She challenge me while we rehearse it
Smoking on this weed got me feeling
Like a wordsmith
In other words, a nigga perfect, no?
Shit nigga, uhh
Ain't no question 'bout this paper
My mind is on a different angle
Wish I could cop that coupe
For all my good niggas
I thank you, good riddance, good business
Good grief, what is?
We smoking marijuana for free
Ain't no question 'bout this paper
My mind is on a different angle
Wish I could cop that coupe
For all my good niggas
I thank you, good riddance, good business
Good grief, what is?
We smoking marijuana for free
I'm addicted to the henny
All of these bitches with me
I've done been around the world
Pussy, in every city
Fuck it, never forgive me
Pussy, money and drugs
Mary, nothing above
Shark hoodies, backwoods, rizla, og
Puff puff, homie rest up
Just us against the world
Finger fuck it like my nine bustin'
It's no discussion, quit the rushin'
If d's coming get the flushing'
All of a sudden
Heard you was fucking with other niggas
I ain't bluffing, locked up, now luxed up
Handcuffed, now hand cuff
Unfaithful bitch love the taste of dick
Only faithful to my bros
My rights and my wrongs
Some nights I play, 2pac and zone
Pop on my phone, selling and flipping
Bounce to my own
True to the beat, lsd by the sheet
My flow is part of the beat
I know it's hard to believe
That you're part of the seed
Sometimes it's hard to breath
I'm on my knees reaper
Please leave my soul at ease
Ain't no question 'bout this paper
My mind is on a different angle
Wish I could cop that coupe
For all my good niggas
I thank you, good riddance, good business
Good grief, what is?
We smoking marijuana for free
Ain't no question 'bout this paper
My mind is on a different angle
Wish I could cop that coupe
For all my good niggas
I thank you, good riddance, good business
Good grief, what is?
We smoking marijuana for free
I can't wait 'til we get on
So we can get what we want
I gotta get what I want, baby
Hey-o, heeyy, hey-o, heeyy, hey-o
Heey-o-eeyy-ooh
Oohh, heey-o-eeuh, huuh
flatbush zombies - gucci gucci
A key of coke
A pound of shroomies
Got that molly and that lucy
Bitch I'm feeling loony
Woke up in the morning, 'bout to get my pimping on
Log on back page, time to get my bitches off
My cuz up in the kitchen 'bout to get that whipping on
We pour rose but cîroc is what we drinking though
Danked the fuck out, nothing but that sticky though
You niggas got a problem, catch my nine or my. 22
Red hair, nice tits, call that bitch a jungle pussy
Louis this, gucci shit, save that for them sucker rookies
And my weed's straight from the west
Bag it by the zip, that's 400 nothing less
Bag it by the p that's 4000 fucking stacks
That's racks on top of racks tax free on top of that
5-0 Can suck my sack from the front or from the back
Hustle mad, word to tracy morgan
Got niggas in your hood pitching for me, fuck informants
My money make money, you niggas kinda boring
You's a bad broad but you can't meet the family
Kick you out the crib the cab number's on your panty
Before I say another word, tell me where you get the nerve
I got to move these units like a verb
I can tell you turned out super duper burned out
Get your brains blown off patron what you worried bout
Fiening like a custy, ride it like a huffy
Got these hoes up on my... From the bottom of my stussy
And I never changed much, you just try to rush me
Now I'm all grown up and regardless baby trust me
I got warrants, arresting my performance
Got you bare assed out, hold up, mama porridge
What you think you smoking on, sort of feel like hope is gone
If you think you's big now watch it with the focus on
J-crew pocket-tees, fellas made a mockery
And the jive shorty when I go there ain't no stopping me
Zombie
It's meechy ho, higher than some high beams
Eyes bloodshot red, I don't need no visine
Walking dead nigga, take a look at my team
Cash rules nigga, take a look at my cream
Sour maybe diesel green like spinach
Me her and her, we call that a ménage
So high sight seeing
Fuck her once don't strike twice like lightning
Know ya'll think like "damn, meech is quite mean"
But that's your bitch, nigga, she ain't my queen
She get wet transform like a gremlin
Pussy money weed money weed that's my medicine
Nigga I'm a rookie but I'm better than them veterans
My bitches go both ways swing like a pendulum
Reefer lifestyle every day's a honeymoon
I call her the blood sucker cause she fuck my cousin too
Pills in every color hue, 'bout to roll another doob
I'm in that fuck it mood, I didn't write the last two
flatbush zombies - jupiter sound
[Hook: Kilo Kish]
The night sneaks up but today won? t you play with me
And when the lights grow dark all thats left is your energy
[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
I'd say I'm really high now
On the rise now, better calm down
Visions of naked women
Ooh when I get that feeling
Twistin' that real good
Bomb kush, face numb, titties; life's good
Ah, ah, as tempting as some chocolate
Delectable you are, every bit of you: I like it
Brown skin, Pamela, dark skin, Vivica
Long hair, moonlight, mollies and excedr-a
Ah, ah, I can flow
All I need is some weed, give me mo'
Never been a square I don't love no ho
If she look at me, I'mma take yo ho, oh
Take her to the crib, let it snow, snow
Line up her line then she blow, blow
She's a fiend for the green
Fuck my team for my mean green scheme
Left my balls on her chin, now she gone with the wind
Next week, call up her friend
Python striking again
Everything's a go, rolls full of dough
Case full of rolls, sour diesel on my flow
Zombies, straight fuckin' it up my bitches
As you fuckin up what you be lovin it up
I be fuckin up guts, straight knuck and buck
[Hook]
The night sneaks up but today won? t you play with me
And when the lights grow dark all thats left is your energy
Surrounded by the threat of regret trapped in leopard sheets
It was the price to pay
[Verse 2: Meech]
I know you heard of cloud nine
Well let's add sixty to it
Million miles in the sky
Baby girl you leakin' fluid
And slowly her legs divide
As she work her way into it
Simple math, weed and hash
Thirteen tabs in my leopard-print bag
Ever make love in a casket?
Spit in her mouth cause she like it nasty
I go deep, you tug my sheets
Then you get to screaming and scratching
I be a fool, to put my pride aside
For superficial women
You brought you a swimming pool?
Guess what girl, I'm skinny dipping
Missionary, doggie, ruff ruff
Raw please, sushi
Cameras flash, throw it back
Girl let's make a movie
Bitch from L. A., but she love Brooklyn niggas
Said she got Plan B
So I cums in the middle
Her best friend is a freak, she try to hide it
A little G, throw up the peace sign with a tongue
In the middle, if she tall then I lick her down
If she thick then I pick her up
Fucked her on the first night, she call it beginner's luck
[Hook]
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