Flatbush Zombies - 3001: A Laced Odyssey Album Lyrics

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The Odyssey

5, 4, 3, 2, 1
In a world full of haters stands a single group who clearly separate themselves from the rest. These 3 men scale the ends of the earth searching for truth and triumph
Meechy Darko, Zombie Juice, and Erick the Architect. These are the Flatbush Zombies and this is 3001: A Laced Odyssey

[Hook - Meechy Darko & Zombie Juice:]
Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
Every day, me and Mary Jane
Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
Every day, me and Mary Jane

[Verse 1 - Zombie Juice:]
Every day, live it like it's it for me
Black on black in time with my roots this is my ghetto symphony
Shout out to my fam and my homies, we making history
Never had a degree, but the streets made me a sicker breed
Every day another drug, experimental in my mental
Had to tone it down, I c-couldn't see without my liquid liquid
Had to learn how to balance life man, I can't f*cking stand it
Court fees, bought pleas, nigga where's your f*cking manners
How you hatin' on us, but claim the king of NY?
These niggas ain't fit to be the king, go ask Jadakiss why
I'm in the lobby right now, 16:55
I got a bitch like Cardi B, bet that ass sittin' nice
Don't gotta go to South Bronx to get your furious five
40 ounce of malt liquor, joint stuffed with the pie
Boss nigga, best nigga, let y'all do deciding
Hot spitter, dead niggas, man we been through the wire
Somebody call 'em up and let 'em know I been doin' it
You're not that inventive with that coloured hair you're losing it
Imma everyday struggle 'til I get to the top
I study Em, BIG, Tech N9ne, 2Pac
Come to my crib unannounced I got a big t-tato pie
Hopped up 9. missing bodies in the f-f*cking car lot
And when I'm mad, I get green like the Hulk
Til my brain goes pop and then them veins go po-po-po-pow

[Verse 2 - Erick the Architect:]
Introducing the Jamie Hewlett of rapper music
Influenced by Stanley Kubrick, exclusive for all my hooligans
Oh, we just recruit again, I can take your pre-(STIGE)
Peculiar with my Bs like Juice would be with his (Z)
Apostle like Meechy Darko, watch Ellington DJ (these)
If triple A could record again, Zion may be a (beast)
I promised y'all [?] would hold it down, discipline when I (beef)
Disgruntled with all this frontal, tell Trav to chill with the (leaf)
My parents should know I love 'em, my momma locked in the grief
I finished this album up, but she barely able to speak
I uncle to everyone I put that on my future (please)
The sooner you see the picture, you defecate on belief
Living peaceful with keys, messiah with ganja trees
My confidence out the roof, and that done help me believe
Inglorious with them keys, no snortin I can't agree
Living life like a king and there's somethin' I'd rather be

[Verse 3 - Meechy Darko:]
Silence is the semi shooter s'always hit your siblings
Excuse me for the sibilance beginners study and listen
My only mission is to burn in hell and not in prison
That's why I'm spitting shit that make Jesus question religion
This fan told me her parents said I sound like the devil
To me I sound like a poor black kid from the ghetto
Hello, my health declining I'm losing my mind my life's deshining
Don't know why I love violence, the sight of blood is so exciting
Grip the pistol, coke off a nipple
My brain fried, my memory sizzled, my hood is vicious, don't get it twisted
They hog tied my grandmama and whipped my grandpa with pistols
That's a fact, OG reefer hash wax
Motherf*ck your platinum plaque, snakes eat rats
My cellie keep ringing ringing, think they got my phone tapped
Acid just like actavis on actavis, never pacifist
Pass the spliff, immaculate this is the return of Count Racula
Nothing scare me, I think my real mother is Bloody Mary
I met Virgin Mary and popped her cherry
My vision exquisite I see you clearly
I'm a Marilyn Manson greatest hits with a hint of 2Pacalypse
And I feed my dog gun powder, carve crucifx on hollow tips
I do not exist, all this weed why I need a therapist
Bitch, I'm a Marilyn Manson greatest hits with a hint of 2Pacalypse
And I feed my dog gun powder, carve crucifx on hollow tips
I do not exist, all this weed why I need a therapist

[Hook - Meechy Darko & Zombie Juice:]
Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
Every day, me and Mary Jane
Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
Every day, me and Mary Jane

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Bounce

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, ah
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, f*ck it
Let's get back to wylin'
Blood on your Timbs, Shoot Shoot
Blood at your limbs, tuh tuh
Split at your rims
Ambidextrous, 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
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
Girl, 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
Voided in mischief while spending these Benjamins
Open the 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 sure
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 y'all 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 changed your life

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R.I.P.C.D

[Verse 1 - Erick Arc Elliott:]
The rhyme is so raw, most these rappers need a seminar
You copy the same schematics, you making the same songs
You thought that you were the only, but understand it's the physical
Artistry manifest, but no ideas original
Sick as creation no need for further analysis
Plus the beats bang prestige giving me calluses
Even if it's assumed, proving it all again
Selling out all the souls never selling out who I am
Mild temper venter, chronic keep me casual
Formally introduced to a journey into the natural
The three, two zeros then proceeded by one
Laced like your woven tennis shoes before you go run
Danger danger, Will Robinson
There's a crisis here, nappy ain't dirty
Raised this man it's just a type of hair
Nightmares have just begun, there's no enticing him
Limbs relaxed, but your music pop like a Vicodin

[Hook - Eric Arc Elliott:]
R.I.P. to the CD can't even play my hits
Cause new computer shit without the means to play the shit
We love to boost the speed
We love the memory
It got me feeling light with nothing like we used to be
R.I.P. to the CD can't even play my hits
Cause new computer shit without the means to play the shit
We love to boost the speed
We love the memory
It got me feeling light with nothing like we used to be

[Verse 2 - Zombie Juice:]
Smoke smoke drip sip sip sip
Eyes closed like I missed this
No forgiveness, just a sick bitch
Cause I'm under destruction what is this?
Just a young nigga ready to get this
If I fall on my face, you're my witness
Feast on my blood when I leave this
Didn't mention I'm starting to think that
This world is lost like a sea ship
Walking to hell with the demons
How can the heavens defeat them?
Sometimes I just wanna, leave 'em
This feeling is something, I can't run
I just wanna be where I came from
I'm never gon' see where I came from
Rest in peace to the Queen son
Brooklyn baby reborn
Tripping up, you lukewarm
This is like a warning Flatbush swarming Nike shoes on
Prove them critics wrong getting cream bitch I love it
And the fans hold us down, put nothing above

[Hook - Eric Arc Elliott:]
R.I.P. to the CD can't even play my hits
Cause new computer shit without the means to play the shit
We love to boost the speed
We love the memory
It got me feeling light with nothing like we used to be
R.I.P. to the CD can't even play my hits
Cause new computer shit without the means to play the shit
We love to boost the speed
We love the memory
It got me feeling light with nothing like we used to be

[Verse 3 - Meechy Darko:]
The wickedest, man of fire the new Richard Pryor
The wicked lit, rubber on my dick
Cause I don't want that Charlie Sheen shit
Please don't say you're the highest until you met your highness
I just, want the head like ISIS
F*ck her so precise her pussy gushing like a geyser
I'm Michael Myers with these grip pliers took off your eyelids
I sit in silence, speaking tongues and burnt bibles
So open letter to all of my rivals you will not vanquish my titles
My semi-automatic, will splatter a nigga like Jackson Pollock
Deranged since birth I was conceived in an insane asylum
I solemnly swear this evening to refrain from the violence
Young and wilding, psilocybin still my style is
LSD drops in my iris, tire mark, police sirens
No guidance, the belly of the beast is where I reside in
Grimy and vibrant like Busta Rhymes, in the early 90's
Click boom, your head blew like you play for the Giants
Lyrical tyrant the way I be rhyming
I deserve all of the Pulitzer prizes my pistol be hiding I pull it surprise 'em
My voice can be hypnotizing every verse I deliver be vivid and visually striking
Been the highest since I arrived and the climate is rising
It's 'bout to get violent cover your eye and take this lyrical dose Doctor Meechy Dark prescribed
I slide inside her I love her tight vagina no E-Z Widers
Back to the cypher I got chronic to light up pass me the lighter

[Hook - Eric Arc Elliott:]
R.I.P. to the CD can't even play my hits
Cause new computer shit without the means to play the shit
We love to boost the speed
We love the memory
It got me feeling light with nothing like we used to be
R.I.P. to the CD can't even play my hits
Cause new computer shit without the means to play the shit
We love to boost the speed
We love the memory
It got me feeling light with nothing like we used to be

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A Spike Lee Joint

[Hook:]
Unsigned and independent
Look tell my moms I did it
When you risk your life constant struggle to survive
Yeah 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

[Verse 1 - Erick The Architect:]
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 tuck 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 [bat phone]
Wilding, want it now I gotta last long
Dog, I just get a bigger jawn if he act raw

[Hook:]
Unsigned and independent
Look tell my moms I did it
When you risk your life constant struggle to survive
Yeah 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

[Verse 2 - Juice:]
Dirty money, clean money can you see the difference?
Got a phone call from my baby mama tripping
Views like, f*ck life what it's worth
Used to smoke mad weed before my girlfriend 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
And NYPD, on my dick since I've been
Fornicating, investigations
Don't got no patience, all this bread I'm making
Used to f*ck 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 in [?]
[?] cess on her ass like a LA Dodger
Juice man, piff man with the grams man
Me and fam, I'm spitting bars like a jail cell

[Hook:]
Unsigned and independent
Look tell my moms I did it
When you risk your life constant struggle to survive
Yeah 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

Ahahaha
[?]
Ehehehe shit
Ahhoooo you guys doing hahah
Oh if I can get get on the album and shit it'd be insane f*ck oh my God
Shoutout to the middle of the f*cking country ahahaha
Oooooh shit aheheheh oh shit, oh
What are you guys doing over there?

[Zombie Juice:]
I know we've been gone for a long time, but um, we back

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Fly Away

[Meechy Darko:]
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
What's suicide and 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
What's suicide and the pain?

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Ascension

[Hook - Meechy Darko:]
I have ascended, I'm trying to be better than God
The f*ck am I saying?
I have ascended, I'm trying to be better than God
What the f*ck 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 f*ck 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

[Verse 1 - Meechy Darko:]
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 f*cked the both us s
o 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 cobra, 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

[Hook - Meechy Darko:]
I have ascended, I'm trying to be better than God
The f*ck am I saying?
I have ascended, I'm trying to be better than God
What the f*ck 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 f*ck 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 are now listening to FBZ satellite Radio broadcasting through all dimensions
Get ready to hear the soothing sounds of bliss
Kick back, and light a fat joint, and enjoy the rest of the Odyssey
Stay tuned and later we'll be taking some calls
Hit the line, 666-718-3001

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Smoke Break (Interlude)

[Hook - Erick Arc Elliott & Zombie Juice:]
Emotional when rolling dope I ask myself why am I sober?
I slow down my eyes are closing, motor functions moving slower
Emotional when rolling dope I ask myself why am I sober?
I slow down my eyes are closing, motor functions moving slower

[Verse 1 - Erick Arc Elliot:]
I just wanna roll my joint, I really can't take much more
I brought this whole sack with me dog
So please don't blow my high
Smoke again smoke again little weed never hurt nobody
That's a fact!
If you got discipline, listen friend
Grow your own green trees and cut the middle man
Benefits from weed may I say a symphony
Then you will receive something special in a gift
Something that you need, help you to relive sentiment
Now we rolling up again, now we rolling up again

[Hook - Erick Arc Elliott & Zombie Juice:]
Emotional when rolling dope I ask myself why am I sober?
I slow down my eyes are closing, motor functions moving slower
Emotional when rolling dope I ask myself why am I sober?
I slow down my eyes are closing, motor functions moving slower

[Verse 2 - Zombie Juice:]
Oh oh, oh oh, I just gotta smoke one before I gotta go
She hit me on the DM I said hit me on the weekend
Hello weed plus and the semen that will get us eating
Said I got the remedy, drug life dependency
Love thyself and I always did believe in me
The religious three, you could be everything
That you perceive to be
Believe it, seek it to achieve it
And blow dope if you need to see it
Sometimes I still get stressed but
I just smoke one and count my blessings

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Trade-Off

[Hook - Erick Arc Elliot:]
It's that work hard, play hard
Make you quit that day job
I smoked so much this year we couldn't even take a day off
I plan to take a trip
Want the money how it's spent
I just re-up
Plus I just payed my phone and the rent

[Verse 1 - Erick Arc Elliot:]
Hey, it's lit
Call my partners up, we going up, you slowing up
I never judge, we do indulge
In truth I never touch this stuff
One puff of that fluffy stuff, shit hit me like a sucker punch
Side effects include mass paranoia plus the cotton mouth
Down another bottle with my niggas
Before this was a movie we pictured us living better
And I forgive 'em, whatever, whatever
Telling me different
Nothing is given without sacrifices
Something is close to niggas to chill with
Pray for the children
The government spiking penicillin
And lord willin'
We all live to be 20 million
Outcome infinite dawg, where is the ceiling?
Cause five years ago we came to be without disappearing

[Hook - Erick Arc Elliott:]
It's that work hard, play hard
Make you quit that day job
I smoked so much this year we couldn't even take a day off
I plan to take a trip
Want the money how it's spent
I just re-up
Plus I just payed my phone and the rent

[Zombie Juice:]
It's that work hard, play hard
I just got a blow job
Smoke so much this year we couldn't even take a day off
Twenty something years, I never had a f*cking day job
Never ask for truth, it's what expected, it's a trade-off

[Verse 2 - Zombie Juice:]
Real nigga shit, getting money bound to flip
Now turned on like I'm the shit
Bitch I told you how it gets
It's that mix, ain't rap long
Rap, puffing an hour
I'm in a all black top, strapped like [?]
So I can go top speed
While the blink is on
Screaming "F*ck the world"
Lion king is gone
Who am I? Who am I?
Handsome guy, my [?] niggas with a patch on my eye
Please, turn up the headphones I speak the value
I pray for freaks, [?] outcome
Choke, choke and choke
We just need your vocal
So this is the future, ain't what your used
Four years ago I was poorer than you are
Trapped in the lobby in the back of a U-haul

[Zombie Juice:]
It's that work hard, play hard
I just got a blow job
Smoke so much this year we couldn't even take a day off
Twenty something years, I never had a f*cking day job
Never ask for truth, it's what expected, it's a trade-off

[Hook - Erick Arc Elliott:]
It's that work hard, play hard
Make you quit that day job
I smoked so much this year we couldn't even take a day off
I plan to take a trip
Want the money how it's spent
I just re-up
Plus I just payed my phone and the rent

[Meechy Darko:]
This that work hard, play hard
Rest in peace to Trayvon
Did so much different drugs this year I'm feeling so amazing
LSD them potent doses smoking 'til I take off
Two freaks, one Meech, that's an even trade-off

[Verse 3 - Meechy Darko:]
Rosemary's baby the hand I rock my cradle to the grave
I had six exorcisms this year alone and I feel the same
I'm high and sleep deprived, having nightmares while I'm still awake
40 ounce, sipper, until my liver give away
I think I lost my mind and, I'm willing to trade my soul if you can find it
An even exchange I'm young and deranged
All these drugs in my body
Rawer than the kilo under my granddaddy pillow
Kill a cop, la-la-laugh, reload, ha-ha-ha
Drop plastics, we now laugh at you niggas
I average 50, I don't feel the need to pass to you niggas
Roll up the sticky, young irrational nigga
Don't throw stones, unless your crib is shatter proof nigga
A headshot, now let's see if you splatter-proof nigga

[Hook - Erick Arc Elliott:]
It's that work hard, play hard
Make you quit that day job
I smoked so much this year we couldn't even take a day off
I plan to take a trip
Want the money how it's spent
I just re-up
Plus I just payed my phone and the rent

[Zombie Juice:]
It's that work hard, play hard
I just got a blow job
Smoke so much this year we couldn't even take a day off
Twenty something years, I never had a f*cking day job
Never ask for truth, it's what expected, it's a trade-off

[Meechy Darko:]
This that work hard, play hard
Rest in peace to Trayvon
Did so much different drugs this year
I'm feeling so amazing
LSD, them potent doses
Smoking 'til I take off
Two freaks, one Meech, that's an even trade-off

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Good Grief

[Hook - Erick Arc Elliot:]
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

[Verse 1 - Erick Arc Elliot:]
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

[Hook:]
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

[Verse 2 - Zombie Juice:]
I'm addicted to the Henny
All of these bitches with me
I've done been around the world
Pussy, never see me
F*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*cking 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
All my needs reaper, please leave my soul at ease

[Hook:]
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

Beat switch

[Diamante:]
Aiiiaah, uuhhhh
I can't wait 'til we get on
So we can get what we want
I gotta get what I want, baby-yyy-eh
Hey-o, heeeyyy, hey-o, heeeyyy, hey-o
Heeeey-o-eeyyy-ooooh
Oooohh, heeey-o-eeuh, huuuuh

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New Phone, Who Dis

[Intro - Erick Arc Elliot:]
Not a good time unless I smoke mine
Too many drugs that make you go blind
Too many thugs that work for more crime
And my nigga show love, unless we get
Not a good time unless I smoke mine
Too many drugs that make you go blind
Too many thugs that work for more crime
And my nigga show love unless we get violent

[Verse 1 - Erick Arc Elliot:]
Wildin', this is for my niggas that smoke weed
Live life by the day, count the proceed
Blow it back, blowin' cash in the OC
Miss the phone, got it on, looking closely
Only independent, we don't need a co-sign
Jah shit, the bud make arms in no time
It's the fourth quarter at the baseline
Kissing your daughter, Mary Jane high
Just the same guys you dunked on NI multiple times
Ultra dead minds
Zombie bait line, don't hope it takes time
Enjoy the palm trees
We on vacation

[Hook - Meechy Darko:]
Rang, rang
Who that calling?
The money or the fame
Shit ain't the same since we crept in the game
So I get high and try to maintain
My celly
Rang, rang
Who that calling?
The money or the fame
Shit ain't the same since we stepped in the game
So I get high and try to maintain

[Verse 2 - Meechy Darko:]
Gloves on, murder one, homi'
They'll be looking for the prince, like King Joffrey
Smoking Moroccan hashies
With my slanted eye, zombie mommy
Hennessy fill my body
These other rappers copy, oops
I forgot to mention locusts in another dimension
Zombie gang, be what I'm repping
Pussy so good I need seconds to step in
Two Mac 11s with twenty K on the necklace and a Heckler Koch
Bought this for the hecklers that be neck in cock
On a mission, clearest vision
Views from the scope from my Glock
Only high percentage shots
You with one eye like Fetty Wap
With my block, flockas ash, rott in flesh and money knots
Never trust these hoes, I never did, never will
I pop a tab and crack a seal
Zombie gang, drugs kill
Never lied
If I did then let me fry
Futurama
And these Jordans on my feet don't come out 'til next summer
Pretty grungy like Nirvana
Kurt Cobain is what she hollaing
I dropped this dick inside her
Only f*ck her if she legal
I don't break the law like Tyga
Unless it's moving LSD
Lean and shrooms and marijuana
If I ever pay for pussy it was with counterfeit dollars
Ugly niggas still getting bitches
I'm like the second Shabba
Hit the trigger 'til my fingers blister
If I got a problem, paint his top
Dennis Rodman
I'm superficial and conscious
I'm a walking contradiction
I'ma burn in hell probably
But I'ma keep Satan waiting
I ain't done fornicating
With women in every flavour
Eating pussy with chop sticks
You know I love my Asians
You would think, USC who he play with
Trojan helmet on, put her in the backstage
And then I hit the skinky in the back
With the Jason mask, asking where the safe is
Catch me motorcycle, black and gold Letterman
Saint Laurent, leopard print
I stampede any beat
Nigga I ain't got no preference
I'm setting presedence while chasing Presidents
My mic presence is heaven's scent
It's like I got an extra sense, no censorship
I'm in my essence, limitless, no blemishes
My penmanship, a urban [?]
Always lead to swish
I roll and pick, then blow a zip
You can blow my dick and eat my excrement

[Verse 3 - Zombie Juice:]
Smoke to death, might loose my ears
Walking dead, can't feel my tears
Fake love in disguise
I rep-pew and get from here
I let my soul fly like fruits from our peers
I got some questions, I got some weed, I got some acid
Needlepoint LSD
I got a bad bitch we could set to feast
And if your eyes open there is still more to see
They try to tell me I was wrong
I'm still looking
Last night I spent a couple hours up in central booking
Only had a dub but I was trapping prostitution
Weed, coca leaves, percs and LSD
Two hundred for the bottle
Add it up, more for me
Thinking back, I'm still here it's lovely
Ripping shows and blowing cheese
Oh, you love me? Soon we'll see
Palm trees and double D's
They want that old shit?
Well, f*ck me

[Hook - Meechy Darko:]
Rang, rang
Who that calling?
The money or the fame
Shit ain't the same since we crept in the game
So I get high and try to maintain
My celly
Rang, rang

[Phone call:]
Shine on these niggas
Glide on these niggas
Show these niggas what the business is nigga
Zombie gang nigga
Huh? Zombie gang nigga
Half that nigga
We living life nigga
Nigga stole the dead the way we living like so crazy man
So trill nigga
Ay, up top nigga, up top, uh uh

---

This Is It

[Hook - Erick Arc Elliott:]
All you fools just sound the same
Ain't no credit to your name
Ain't no credit line open, that's discrediting the fame
Form your business in the name, something unique like a slain
Make a difference, make a change
But ain't no puppets on a string
Don't be chilling on the couch, remember this is for the clout
Remember this is for the poor niggas that'll represent you when you're out
Forget you when you need your friends, f*ck it we just meet again
All my niggas need a plan, cos all my niggas need to win

[Verse 1 - Zombie Juice:]
Always was a winner even when I wasn't 'posed to
The money getting bigger as if it wasn't supposed to
Just a lonely nigga, talk too much to myself, need a break
On July 8th broke down heaven's gates
Now watch, they high all day
F*ck you leaving, f*ck all evening
Call me mister f*ck all day
Trap all day and night
Don't need a house much less you 'bout some change
Expand my conscious, tryna' walk on water
Feel the earth on me
You hatin', I'll be somewhere slayin' bitches by their face on me
Catch a fake [?], with an eighth on me
Not phased, don't pass that shit homie
Cough, smoke, cough, got my shit sealed off
'Bout to put some in the air, 'til a nigga doze off
Cos you got some shrooms, I got a room
You and me 'til we reach the moon
Never wore a disguise, love the skin I'm in
You trade your soul for fame, we ain't built the same

[Hook - Erick Arc Elliott:]
All you fools just sound the same
Ain't no credit to your name
Ain't no credit line open, that's discrediting the fame
Form your business in the name, something unique like a slain
Make a difference, make a change
But ain't no puppets on a string
Don't be chilling on the couch, remember this is for the clout
Remember this is for the poor niggas that'll represent you when you're out
Forget you when you need your friends, f*ck it we just meet again
All my niggas need a plan, cos all my niggas need to win

[Verse 2 - Erick Arc Elliott:]
All I ever wanted was to be a one to one
Now I'm one in three
Compulsively a nigga gotta run up or get none
Know I feel your pain, a different day [?] when you're done
[?] put you down, afraid to look around, instead I pen it for my dogs
Now my city give me 150 for my steez, 150 for my beats
Three niggas, we gotta eat
Shouts to fans that's overseas
Independent grind, at least we did form a company
We a bond that never breaks, never giving up the cake
Not a fan of pointing fingers at men
It's dependent on who can pay for academics
Homie your chemists are missing the appendages
You back into handling business, no kidding
My head's at the clinic, I need a prescription
My vision is clearer through smoke and them mirrors
I can't be compared to those niggas you hearing
So don't be offended when niggas don't feel you

[Hook - Erick Arc Elliott:]
All you fools just sound the same
Ain't no credit to your name
Ain't no credit line open, that's discrediting the fame
Form your business in the name, something unique like a slain
Make a difference, make a change
But ain't no puppets on a string
Don't be chilling on the couch, remember this is for the clout
Remember this is for the poor niggas that'll represent you when you're out
Forget you when you need your friends, f*ck it we just meet again
All my niggas need a plan, cos all my niggas need to win

[Verse 3 - Meechy Darko:]
Feeling brave? Nigga run up
Buck shots, Here muscle
And I don't need Joey to pump it
Pitbull, no muzzle
Badmon, I'm thuggin'
Dunno, gun smoke
Can't tell me nothin', there's no need for discussion
I'm the sinner and saint, I'm the box logo bully
Used to buy Bathing Ape, now they send this shit to me
I paved the way for niggas that're scared to say what they ain't wanna say
Now watch a demon demonstrate, annihilate, love haters all the same
Will I die from my homicide or will I die from taking too much drugs?
Lord knows I deserve to die on an acid high and I'm double cupped
Cold line, hundred blunts
Seen a few bitches I'd love to f*ck
2Pac in 96 and troublesome
27 club, here I come
Comma, c-c-c-c comma, comma, comma, a whole lot of decimals
I just s-see my account and c-c-c-c-c-c-c count all my blessing up
Bloodstream full of chemical, crip, blood, twist your fingers up
Better than some of them veterans
Bet they gon' say it's beginners luck
I would die for my niggas, but would they do the same?
Hennessey by the gallon, I'm losing my balance and manage the pain
I would ride for my niggas, just show me the lane
My grandaddy's still in the kitchen, w-w-whooping the 'caine
My celly' keep ringing
I cannot find enough courage to answer
The backwoods is hitting
Hope that that shit is not giving me cancer
Trip on acid while I'm rapping, Sippin' muddy, counting money
I think she took too many xannies, she fell asleep while she was sucking

[Meechy Darko:]
Made it out the gutter, shout out to my mother
Kudos to my papa, he ain't wear the rubber
This is it, I do this shit here for my brothers

---

Your Favorite Rap Song

[Verse 1 - Erick the Architect:]
Oh I swear
All I ever wanted was to be somebody
My reefer cloudy, lost to each assignment
Making beats and rhyming so proceed to find me
My speech align with "teacher, teacher help me seek the knowledge"
But the street's is evil, we proceed to flee police and sirens
Grievance foul, reaper loud six feet my ego grow
Shawty grip it both hands letting off my eagle low
Bust it back and forth there's no remorse
I win of course I'm in
You fraudulent, I'm selling drugs
Where's the love? hit my plug
This is for my 40 busta's holding crutches
Cause they know they hustlers
While the man is tryna cobra clutch us
I drank a whole 8 bottles man I won't discuss this
Cause even if it's champagne better know your substance
Fancy nigga's stuck on a brand name
But any day it's all we order champagne
I'm talking shit for my fan's sake
I give a f*ck who can't relate I'm every last skate
I paint the picture for peace
Large wishes dismembered in several scenes
I'm Kubrick with chemistry
You're degenerate, generously
Poor me, poor, poor me
Got them hooked one time
So I gotta oldie

[Hook - Zombie Juice:]
All I ever wanted son was a brick, a mask and a hunnid guns
Put a drip in a mesh if you want it son
For them chips I be down and I run at you
Yeahhhhh

[Verse 2 - Erick the Architect:]
I'm painting portraits while endorphins spinning
I'm high as hell when indulging in these gorgeous woman
Pave the future for boosters as I'm contributing my two cents
So I'm a nuisance
Producing and I tighten the loop, like it's a noose-sence
Who's this? not for amusement, I'm never clueless
I do this but never foolish, you doo doo and that's what stool is
My crew is cool as the Fonz and you're Ferris Bueller
No honouring my medulla
No time for your common coonary
Prognosis was doses of mean rock
Dreaming I been thugging like when Afeni conceived Pac
Papa told me fame would only flood my brain
So when you washed up is when you focus on these lames
Money, motive and music my main objective is this
I'm pushing the envelope and I still give that for the kids
Mind, soul and spirit
Concious because I'm near it
The whisper is the mirror to all my merit's
So f*ck you if you ain't hear it nigga

[Hook - Zombie Juice:]
All I ever wanted son was a brick, a mask and hunnid guns
Put a drip in a mesh if you want it son
For them chips I be down and I run at you
Yeahhhhh
All I ever wanted son was a brick, a mask and hunnid guns
Put a drip in a mesh if you want it son
For them chips I be down and I run at you
Yeahhhhh

[Verse 3 - Zombie Juice:]
All I wanna do is
Sit back, smoke sacks, bump my new shit
Ahhhh
All I wanna do is
Sit back, smoke sacks, bump my new shit
Uh
You can reach into your pocket
While I reach into my mind
Clarity is so divine
We just single the design
The physical we inherit
By visions on TV screens
Chasing the f*cking dream
Living it at the scene
Never I'm f*cking clean
Never this obscene
The green like six teens
Flip O's a machine
Vaccine I'm poison
Got guns like marines
Smoke good the routine
Loving that pussy
Juicy the top dog, juicy like hot sauce
Juicy like AI, break necks like Benoit
I flow it the Hulk Hogans
Blow it the best doja
Hold the composure
Pet bring the coffin
Death will console ya
Remember me blessing you fools with my energy
My energy
Blessing you fools with my energy
Remember me blessing you fools with my energy
My energy
Moving through life like there ain't no tomorrow
Blazing all these mics like show-time at Apollo
Thinking bout my life full circle and the sorrow
Gotta get the C.R.E.A.M
Money motivations, greens galore
Yeh, I like that shit raw, tell me how that shit feel
Living legend, 20 something, imagine how my dick feel
God damn it how does all my shit feel
Men win and men lose, sometimes a friend too
Steaming on the tops, I'm never stealth from the f*ck
I've never felt like I'm not
Swagger it's in my roots
New York we the greatest, these rap niggas hate us
Most you niggas wanna be us, I can see it in they faces
They like the same sense, seventeen beating cases
Same drugs and same names, different places
Same kick game perspective just switch lanes
Been hot for 4 years, my nigga Isaac Blaze
A true meaning it seems, underground kings
Still high without my wings, survive and still got dream
Equality and loyal over fallacies and more
And where I come from the hood is still niggas poor
Pour another bottle f*ck America's dreams
Do it for your family or life ain't what it seems
Get it how you live and album sales wouldn't matter
Still running through you niggas like a mother f*cking bada--

[Verse 4 - Meechy Darko:]
I was conceived under the rubble of the buildings
That Snoop crumble back in 19-s-s-s-something
Someone once told me suffering would lead to the discovery of something deep
Inner Peace
Mind, Body, Soul; Holy Trinity
The Dark Man rides the pale horse
Down the road the checker board
Kaleidoscope vision
My vision in vivid is formed
My prism is shimmering glistening I'm giving off
A ray of light, ironic cause my name comes from the dark
I am the spawn of the sin of my pops, yeh I was taught
But I vocalled and got involved the only flaw that I know
My only flaw and the earth revolves whether I am on it or naw
But f*ck that let's break the law
We're scared of law because my fam cannot afford to flee
Should a nigga spawn for me tell him it's Saint Laurent
Gold coliseum front painful [?]
8 whores pack the front of the bus, we on tour
World War 3 when I undraw these vocals C4
Laying my punchlines like landmines
I was born on the darkest day, in blood I was baptised
I can't help but understate watch this capricorn decapitate
Gimme a 10, gimme a 9, f*ck just gimme a gatling
So I get crazy reunion and splatter his whole family
Who gon' be at communion?
Sports, drugs and entertainment (keep our) computers (beeping, no) wordsmith
You turd shit, I can
Be a nuisance to any rapper that's spewing that shit that we been doing
Rolling stone with this chrome I leave his body in ruins
I ch-chew him and pew pew him
I'm Duke Nukem, f*ck how niggas doin
How dare these rappers over bite the
Man with the overbite above par, above the bar, I'm over nice
God ain't even shoulder-height
Pocket knife, clean slice, grab that ammo P
I'm as cold as ice, a walking talking poltergeist
It's Fleezus Christ, I turn water to acid, I can straighten out the meanest dyke
7 gram backwood, now my eyes Korean tight
My Grandpa can't read or write, the cops never read my rights
Running from them flashing lights like Ye when he was still with Nike
Devil's pie, the final slice, gave my life up to the mic
Every rhyme I spit precise, I channel ODB and Big and Pac before I sit and write
Her seat comes to sitting right, I'm just tryin to lick 'n' bite 'n' f*ck 'n' fight
Who you kidding, there's no fixing nigga this the facts of life
Acid tab and dirty sprite, I'm living the absurdist life
YSL Denim and Phillip Lim my jeans virgin tight
Your favorite rapper bit my whole life, but he ain't serve it right
Come on dog, I got more bars than when your service right
110 in the stolen coupe then I'm swerving right
Follow me come see these sights
Don't be scared, hol' on tight
Y'all should call me Conrad Murray the way I murder Mike

[Recordings from fans:]
Erik the Architect
Zombie Juice
And Meechy Darko
You guys are an amazing music group
You have opened up my mind to all sorts of things
You have completely altered my perception the world
And I'm gonna see you every single time im in Salt Lake City for the rest of my life
"Yo, Flatbush Zombies, it's yo boy M.J.B., from Boise, you already know, yo there's black people in Idaho, we f*ck wiv yo shit, keep doin' ya'll thing"
"Ay shoutout Flatbush Zombies, you make the realest music out there, shout out Meechy, shout of Arch shout of Juice, [?]"
"..man it's about time you niggas dropped an album, ya'll been preforming the same shit for two years now like come on.."
"I love you Erick, I love you Meech, I love you Juice, I just f*cking love you guys"
"..F*ck ya'll, cause this gone be the greatest album ever and it ain't even out yet that's how much faith I got in these niggas .. [?]"