Your Favorite Rap Song Lyrics - Flatbush Zombies

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 fuck 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 

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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 

I'm painting portraits while engulfers spend it 

I'm high as hell when indulging in these gorgeous woman 

Pave the future for (?) 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 fuck you if you ain't hear it nigga 

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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 

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 fucking dream 

Living it at the scene 

Never I'm fucking 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 

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 galore1 

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 fuck 

I've never felt like I'm not 

Swagger it's in my fruits 

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 I zip 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 fuck 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 fucking bada-- 

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 fuck 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 baptised1 

I can't help but understate watch this cat (?) decapitate 

Gimme a 10, gimme a 9, fuck just gimme a gatling 

So I get crazy reunion and splatter his whole family 

Who gon' be at communion? 

Sports, drugs and entertainment (?) computers (?) 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, fuck 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 Jesus Christ, I turn water to acid, I can straighten out the meanest dyke 

7 gram backward, 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 plied 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' fuck '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 

Why I felt denim (?) 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