The Odyssey Lyrics - 3001: A Laced Odyssey - Flatbush Zombies

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 

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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Every day, live it like it's infamy 

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 bound this life man, I can't fucking stand it 

Caught fees, bought pleas, nigga where's your fucking manners 

How you hatin' on us, but claim the king of NY? 

These niggas ain't fit to be the king, go ask Shady guess 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-fucking car lot 

Photos 

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 

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 boy (leave) 

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 

Silence is the semi shooter s'always hit your siblings 

Excuse me for the siblings 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 (?), don't get it twisted 

They hog tied my grandmama and whipped my grandpa with pistols 

That's a fact, OG reefer hash wax 

Mother fucker, black on black, snakes eat rats 

My Stanley 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 mixed message greatest hits with a hint of 2Pac 

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 mixed message greatest hits with a hint of 2Pac 

And I feed my dog gun powder, carve crucifx on hollow tips 

I do not exist, all this weed why I need a therapist 

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