Death (Prod. By Erick Arc Elliott) (исполнитель: Flatbush ZOMBiES)
[Verse 1: Juice] (Zombie juice) Spitting [bad word] disfigured like ligaments Picture the making of this my hands tied Watch the smoke flow by by by by On the porch Newports packs of the loud New [bad word] packing the crowds The mackin' spectacular is you [bad word] on nothing Mmmmmm a little sumchin [bad word] you know I'm buzzing bumpity bumping Packs in the back of Mach's [bad word] n [bad word] We up yet we slumping, Zombie fully function Fu-fu [bad word] [bad word] lies vivid as Jenna's [bad word] Terrorist experiments, America's full of [bad word] uh Blinded by skin color, blinded by his lover Blinded by shining lights, and you the gift of life Relax my mind 'til it's, do or die Each moments a mineral, poetry's protein The verse is a vitamin effects like codeine [Hook] What ya gonna do when them [bad word] for you (murder murder murder, kill kill kill) [Verse 2: Meech] (Meechy Darko) DTA I don't [bad word] none of my homies Juice laced my spliff with PCP and never told me Passed me a cup of bleach said Meech sip on this codeine Wash it down with OE now I'm throwed up like OGs My voice hold the beat down it's the anchor And my [bad word] stay with the metal like Kurt Angle Zombies blowing up like the Boston marathon BOOM War too soon, opposite of late bloom Dumped from the free throwin's, I was spewed from the womb Survival of the [bad word] I ate my twin in the womb And due to robbin' givings I may never jump the broom And while you pay for [bad word] I was out in paid dues Stage diving turned a couple thousand people to my pool You a fool if you think I ain't on the move I am it, I am new, I ?exude? But can I be reproduced as acute for my Grammy and my destitute? [Hook] [Verse 3: Erick] (The architect) Spit in your face at the pearly gates At 24 a [bad word] special like he 38 The limerick I kick is four finger ring [bad word] I twist a mother [bad word] limbs up like a green spliff Defying arts, no façade man my city like ahhh So if this ?street on heat? I'm never tryna be [?] Rap induced have 'em used When I scribe thought, quiet man So if i can't stand then I'm gonna fall I'd rather be a failure than never mentioned at all The dimensions of the mind measure crime like yellow tape Music the bass, swap my heart for an 808 You outta shape smoking great good god, like jay oh Nostrils fill with the potency of smoking kief All the windows down so you know it's me Bow down My radiator hits like my Amy Wine Vinyl, For Now [Hook]