Lyrics Flatbush ZOMBiES

Flatbush ZOMBiES

My Team Supreme 2.0

[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott]

Today's agenda, a nation exterminating the pious

Pray that you never die, don't dare to be deemed the highest

Our right is founded by liars, righteous as my suppliers

They wonder where my supply is (Nigga, where them beats?)

f**k a feature, my ether is equal to each of your own

Embodied the balance of the world on my shoulders alone

But God bless America, my Gs go hard

Gs make dreams and these grams make gods

I am so compelled, might as well proceed another step

Never took a L, still fresh without the double X

Manson, ransom, artificial anthems

Ladies say he handsome, these niggas throwing tantrums

Tripping to existence is often labeled as miscreants

Cause we position it different, real hard to make sense of it

Record labels making sense, we sensitive

Now we acting senseless, f**k you, Architect for president

[Verse 2: Meechy Darko]

I'm on my freeze time, leaping in and out of portal shit

You on your prick your finger from a thorn, mere mortal shit

I'm on my Heath Ledger, I can't get my mind in order shit

Hitler at a bar mitzvah, torturous, slaughter shit

I am really that nigga, call it quits, get off my dick

Give a camera the finger every time I hear a flick

The code has been cracked and I am the glitch, do you hear this shit

Like a rabbit turd, I swing on a track absurd

My rhyme schemes and my bars infinite

I hear your shit and get a little narcoleptic

I admit you're kind of boring, I was out touring

Stroking kittens with dimples that remind me of Lauren

London on Thursday, Sunday I'm New Yorking

Brooklyn be the birthplace, Kings County caucus

Cut the malarkey, y-y-you don't want no problems

Or drama, with zombies, get off me

Some may say seeing him's like seeing God

I see through all your transparency, oversee your façade

Dog, I raise your card like the paintings of them hounds playing poker

I'm Cesar Millan in the background taking notes

The potent, smoke up, hoes on my scrotum

Now the idle niggas always higher on the totem

I go son, haters like hoes, they just wanna blow us

With them calico bullet holes in my

[Hook x2]

My team, supreme, stay clean, lyrical dreams, zombie regime

We be that, we at where the weed and LSD at

On since I was born, no such thing as relapse

[Verse 3: Bodega Bamz]

Yo

I got a vision Imma die before 40

At 20/20 my vision is blurred

Trying to be the GOAT, without the curry

These current rappers is worried

They nervous, they want me hurried

Hauled away, dead and buried

Like Bernie I keep the Mac

The present I'm not receiving, the future just fades to black

No racing against the past

No sheep in my wolf pack

I'm proud to be Latino

Homie, that's a fact

Line for line, no lies, my nigga that's action rap

f**k a swag, f**k a fashion

I been there straight out the womb

Kill for bills, even brides say R.I.P. to the groom

Choke a broom, street sweep you

Right across the room

My eses calling me loco, my white boys calling my loom doom

Motherf**ker

Boom boom boom

Motherf**ker

Notherf**ker my favorite word

When I started I was serious

Picture me now, I move mountains

I keep it quiet, imagine making a sound

[Verse 4: Zombie Juice]

Big blunt nigga

Big skunk nigga

Wax, that dap, that puff puff nigga

f**k that, gotta shooter and we pop back

Fix that, you're done though

Supreme Allah, I be praying to the stars

Trying to see better days, but my vision be impaired

Look at the long hair

Woo, I'm Rick Flair

Back on the block, cut me a dutch, rolled up or what?

Not in my pants, [?]

Jealous guys

Rappers should all die

Talking shit about us like f**king suicide

Already been shot, what, you trying to f**king die?

Living for the now

Winning in the future

Electric Kool-Aid

Nigga, we the movement

Flatbush, baby

Niggas really do this

Run up in your crib like, "Nigga we the [?]"

And I done sold everything, LSD, good weed

Back when still I played for 5000 E's

Getting in for the low

Spanking another ho

Living life, new day, different state, another show

Surpassing all these niggas that live on your TV screen

We writing all the rules and I swear it's like a dream

From the hollows of the Earth, call me Juice man

Top Gods, dead or alive, it's no game

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