Wake The Dead

Hook

I came here to shake your head
To spit the shit that could wake the dead (That'll wake the dead!)
Catch me in the clubber like bitch, pumpin' shit that could wake the dead (That could wake the dead!)
And you don't wanna see the evil in a me, that shit that could wake the dead (That'll wake the dead!)
For all y'all sleepin' on the can it's time to get up, and wakin' the dead (Now shake your head!)

Verse 1: Meezilini Da Bank'roll

It's time to wake yo ass UP (Get up...)
Speed masked and gassed UP
Two niggas in a black TRUCK (That's us...)
In the expedition fishin' for a nigga, if I get it where I fit it Imma stick it for a crip
A young greedy nigga (Greedy nigga)
Real b's a lady, nigga
B Kosh and Beady ain't see me, nigga (Easy, nigga)
I spit shit that'll wake the dead up
And game that'll shake the feds up
Roseville Money Bag Boyz and we breakin' bread up
Smurf put work on our plates and fed us (Let's go)
And I'll bet ya, anybody let ya come through tryna flex and you're restin' on the stretcher (YOW!!!!!)
Ooh you messed UP, now who's next UP
Them bones in my body, livin' like Hugh Hefner (Uhhh)
You will be a fool, thinkin' I might change
Coke in the kitchen, livin' room full of dice games!

Hook:

Verse 2: Koshir

Wake the fuck up, I'm turnin' on the lights, nigga
Open up them blinds and meet the frost, I am ice, nigga (Uhhh!)
So cold that you keep a coat on, dope flow, and I'll steal yo bitch with no oh's (Uhhh...)
Simple money nigga, and I don't need shit
Kosh go hard like a hillbilly freak bitch
Moustachin' on, glaze milkshake
And I'll feed your pretty kids a bunch of fuckin' aids cake (No...)
But this ain't nothin' new, boy
Me and Meezi out on the streets, he pushin' that true noise
Real music, fuck ya if ya losin'
I'm all about the game that stay and pay what I'm abusin'
I been wakin' the dead
I been shakin' the fans
But all these Top 40 faggots takin' braze to the heads
Weekends, fuckboys, they stay wearin' them dunce caps
These pussies better gimme their nutsacks, nigga

Hook:

Verse 3: Kung Fu Vampire

I'm livin' in your vertebrae
My [?]
It's just a way to get away
Magnificently burnin' zen
We get ya higher than some angel toes
And tighter than some snake but see how nestle it rolls
I'm in the peep-cold white context, surrounded by green smoke, weed blow, dead girl don't say nahda to me, bro
That's no bueno!
But a lot of motherfuckers don't understand, the speakers on my contraband
Believe me, even cobras in the desert sand, sophisted lands
And listfully experience some shipless brands from Ralphie May, to Jackie Chan
I got fans in villages in Iran, with pics of me on Instagram, you're lyin', there's no way you missed it, man