Your Favorite Rap Song 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

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

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