New World Order Lyrics - Flatbush Zombies

[where the crows huntIntro] 

New World Order 

New World Order 

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[Verse 1: Meechy Darko] 

All the homies say I'm brain dead 

Amen, smoke weed, talk shit 

All these rappers be on pain meds 

So why should I give a fuck how to fit 

Heard you don't even gang bang 

But you're twisting up the fingers in the flicks 

Know you gotta have a good aim 

When you're shooting from the whip 

New World Order, baby baby 

Please work smarter, instead of harder 

That New World Order 

The world is mine, so why the fuck would I give you a portion 

New World Order 

No calm shit, revolvin', bust guns that start riots 

Booty so round and soft, I left a palm print 

I'm Schwarzenegger, black leather, shotty under armpit 

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[Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott and Meechy Darko] 

New World Order 

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Everything 

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Rebel with no cause, homie welcome to the slaughter 

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[Verse 2: Zombie Juice] 

Ain't no rivalry, ain't no hide and seek 

Bang bang, rather you than me 

Another rapper, just a bunch of chatter 

Come 'round my way 'til the boat sink 

My lifestyle gets unusual, [?] talking about the usual 

It's in my blood, it's in my heart 

You niggas out here, dressing like some thots 

I'm really out here, eating with some rastas 

Your baby girl slurp me like some pasta 

Hotel looking like a trap house 

Tour bus looking like a frat house 

I like the way she looking with her ass out 

She couldn't [?] mad now 

Call it AK, nigga bring the bands out 

It's a New World Order, we the gang now 

[Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott and Meechy Darko] 

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Everything 

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New World Order 

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Rebel wuph no cause, homie welcome to the slaughter 

[Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott] 

You know we make history 

Burn your light, hickory 

Niggas ain't shup to me 

I bet you offend you, it's mental, I bend you 

Shit is so raw, you can't read it on your Kindle 

Strictly on the mental, slice face, ginsu 

On some Heath Ledger shit, smash face pencil 

Copying my stencil 

Soaking up the swag that I excude, so excuse this my next move All the best do their own stunts 

I'm going harder on these cold fronts 

Roll blunts, kickin' back where the crows hunt 

[?] 

Head up in the clouds, never seen my nose run 

Don't front, not a nigga you can pose on 

Something for that ass, and a glass you can toast on 

Boy you got the scope on and he raisin' both arms 

Can't keep it concealed, know we gotta show gun 

[Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott and Meechy Darko] 

New World Order 

New World Order 

Everything 

New World Order 

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Rebel with no cause, homie welcome to the slaughter 

[Outro] 

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