Die!
Ah... Zombies!

[DJ EmBee scratching in the background]

Verse 1:
Yo in the rear, let me tell you how I feel
 [bad word] seem to misunderstand the word 'deal'
That means something in it, for both parties
Not a big piece for [bad word]  and a small one for the artist
I work the hardest, you sit on a chair
On ya fat [bad word]  expecting me to share (What?!)
My name ain't Cher, yours ain't Sonny
That means no love between us, only relation is money
That don't sound funny, but if that is how you want it
Be consistent, and face the consequences
I'll give you yours, if you give me mines
But if you give me [bad word]  then I'll step it no time
Cause I got no time, to waste on BI
If the BI is BS I'll rather chill in the beehive, cuz
Just because I'm an up [bad word]  hungry MC
Don't mean I'll settle for a "happy-meal record deal"
I'd rather steal, take your whole [bad word] 
You never gave me none so why should we split the profit?(why?)
Why should I listen to your opinion if my [bad word] is hot or not,
When you know nothing 'bout Hip Hop?
That's why I don't shop my demos
But instead let them shop they record-deal, see if I'minterested
Cause the time's dead, when we stood around
With our [bad word] in our hands, asking for a helping hand
Nowadays we cut off your hand, steal your Rolex,
You still don't know the time, judging from the [bad word] you sign

Refrain 2x:
Yo kid, rewind (ah, ah)
Listen to the [bad word] again
Next time you [bad word] in the message I send
Independent is not a trend,
But the only way of life
Cause I'm not really alive
If somebody else control my destiny,
Making the important choices for me
Then I'm a walking dead (yo) -Zombie.

Verse 2:
I whisch (?) styles that I control like the 'Break-crew'
Cause when we breakthrough
We're not controlled my supervises like you
Telling you the [bad word] you got here, is not hot
See it's as a bunch of Davids, with rocks and slingshots (pow!)
Pointed out [bad word] on and try us
But they ain't a crew of liars, represent can never buy us
Zombies for hire, occasional hit-makers
Resurrected; expected to collect papers
Wake up, it's your relation (ah, ah) built on loyalty
And what about self-respect and royalties? (What?)
Divious G's, forever independent MC's
As long as the industry is still filled with friend enemies
You got yourself a deal, but good luck
But since the honesty is the best policy, -Ha you suck!
While me and mines be legendary like swab and Don 
You be a walking dead -Zombie.

Refrain 2x:
Yo kid, rewind (ah, ah)
Listen to the [bad word] again
Next time you [bad word] the message I send
Independent is not a trend,
But the only way of life
Cause I'm not really alive
If somebody else control my destiny,
Making the important choices for me
Then I'm a walking dead -Zombie.

[DJ EmBee scratching in the background]

Verse 3:
Yo, MCs are living dead, giving head to majors
But ain't no [bad word] humping me, cause I got flavor
They can't con me, into being a zombie
As long as EmBee keeps hooking me with bomb beats
So blow up "the Vampire Snake building"
We building, on how to protect the children
From the modern day tyro bagel
To [bad word] Gods language barrier: two turntables...
...and a microphone, the forces of he darkness in the dangerzone
Cause ugh, LoopTroop represent the sun
So when you' nosferatus, we desperados with guns, and torpedos
Blowing up blood sucking (ah) mosquitoes, and reload
To kill super egos and libidos
Not a question of 'if', It's a question of 'when'
You and your punk friends, ain't no longer a trend
You get dropped like Jim, from your [bad word] label
Now you're at home, watching [bad word] cab