Flatbush Zombies
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Flatbush Zombies & Action Bronson
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Flatbush Zombies & Bridget Perez
Flatbush Zombies & Danny Brown
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Flatbush Zombies
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The Flatbush Zombies come through and spit about living a trippy life, living in Flatbush, and fucking bitches on the kitchen sink.
[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
What the bloodclot? What the blood?
Get M-E-T-H-O-D, Drought 3, Dwayne Carter
With a splash of Busta's craft and a hint of Big Poppa
Little dash of Nasty Nas, top it off with Bob Marley
Throw 'em all in a blender and I'm what the fuck you get
And imagine that like a figment
I'm a walking, talking enigma
Somethin' you never figure
Ni-ni-ni-ni-nigga
I am like Randy Savage on acid
That's very vibrant and classic
A walking disaster, hazard to any rapper
That's rapping, we the underground killers
But globally they feel us cause we restoring the feeling
This guru spit voodoo, yes
I am that mass appealing, I'm feeling up on her breasts
She swallowing all my children, ha
Rack in my mouth, teeth made of gold
I'm sucking the areolas, my nigga, the best of both
Double entendre
And if they auctionin' niggas, then I'm the top product
What am I saying, they used to auction our forefathers
Where is my mind? Shit, I can't find it
Like looking for remote control after smoking marijuana
How is he so niggerish, yet so enlightened?
It can't be possible, he livin' everything he rhymin'
I feel like we entered the game with remarkable timin' (Timin', timin')
[Chorus: Zombie Juice]
Broke niggas only make jokes, nigga
I made more than I can fit in this quote, nigga
Quote, nigga, we the hope, nigga
Flatbush Zombie, motherfucker, we the hope, nigga
Hope nigga, hope nigga
Flatbush Zombie, motherfucker, we the hope, nigga
Hope nigga, hope nigga
Flatbush Zombie, motherfucker, we the hope, nigga
[Verse 2: Erick the Architect]
I assemble sentences so I can reap the benefits
And I never see my nemesis, but I'm working on my penmanship
I counted many blessings, stressing women, nothing less of winning
If I'm talking shit, shit, man, I'm only kidding
Sitting on the sphere, Earth is spinning, persevere (What?)
2012 is here and instill a different kind of fear
It's material, and I ain't talkin fashion (What?)
Believe in what you want, cause no one knows to seem what happens, ya bastards
Since I smoked the cohiba, I'm evil
Zombies be competition, six feet deep beneath your people
Only illegal amounts of the medicine'll get you in a bind
I already got your heart, girl, I wanna fuck your mind
But since I came, developed my name, the author oughta slap you hard
I never drop the acid, bruh, I'm trippy as fuck
Because I'd rather knock it down instead of picking you up
So cut the ash right through the diamond, my hair wrapped up like a shaman, cuz
[Chorus: Zombie Juice]
Broke niggas only make jokes, nigga
I made more than I can fit in this quote, nigga
Quote, nigga, we the hope, nigga
Flatbush Zombie, motherfucker, we the hope, nigga
Hope nigga, hope nigga
Flatbush Zombie, motherfucker, we the hope, nigga
Hope nigga, hope nigga
Flatbush Zombie, motherfucker, we the hope, nigga
[Verse 3: Zombie Juice]
Cruisin' down the street, ain't got a 6-4
Just a heart full of pride, a mouth full of gold
Corny baby mama knockin' at my front door
She just want my income, I'd rather get my dick sucked
I be that Z-O-M-B, shawty, don't tempt me
Leather on, Fonzirelli, piss on women, R. Kelly
Smashin' bitches in the telly, passing swishers rolled up with me
Trippy is as trippy does, catch me smoking potent, cuz
Having visions of Mason Betha coming back
Spitting crack, contemplating how we living under Satan
Discriminating and hating, this ain't rap
I call it food for the savoring
What's your craving, na-not for paparazzi, the most
Incredible dope, feta, cheddar, the revenue
Never seen federal, gotta stay 'head of the server, the Hedetet
Love my medical-hating niggas disguised as friends
I see the lies, wannabes, little Gs
Peep the A-P-Cs, I'm a G-O-D
Rep the N-Y-C, we got U-N-I, T-Y
It's time y'all get off my N-U-T-Zs, please
I got the scoop, ain't that about a bitch?
Take a flick with the microphone ripper, gravedigger
Hairy black ball nigga, sicker than your average
Twisting dank, fucking hoes on the kitchen sink
What you think? (What you think? What you think?)
(Zombie)
[Chorus: Zombie Juice]
Broke niggas only make jokes, nigga
I made more than I can fit in this quote, nigga
Quote, nigga, we the hope, nigga
Flatbush Zombie, motherfucker, we the hope, nigga
Hope nigga, hope nigga
Flatbush Zombie, motherfucker, we the hope, nigga
Hope nigga, hope nigga
Flatbush Zombie, motherfucker, we the hope, nigga
MRAZ was written by Zombie Juice & Erick the Architect & Meechy Darko.
MRAZ was produced by Erick the Architect.
Flatbush Zombies released MRAZ on Wed Dec 26 2012.
“Men Resurrected As Zombies.”