Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Your Favorite Rap Song, artist - Flatbush Zombies. Album song 3001: A Laced Odyssey, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Glorious Dead
Song language: English
Your Favorite Rap Song |
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 endorphins spinning |
I’m high as hell when indulging in these gorgeous woman |
Pave the future for boosters 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 doja |
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 galore |
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 roots |
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 Isaac 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 baptised |
I can’t help but understate watch this capricorn 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 (keep our) computers (beeping, no) 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 Fleezus Christ, I turn water to acid, I can straighten out the meanest dyke |
7 gram backwood, 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’s pie, 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 |
YSL Denim and Phillip Lim 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 |
Erik the Architect |
Zombie Juice |
And Meechy Darko |
You guys are an amazing music group |
You have opened up my mind to all sorts of things |
You have completely altered my perception the world |
And I’m gonna see you every single time im in Salt Lake City for the rest of my |
life |
«Yo, Flatbush Zombies, it’s yo boy M.J.B., from Boise, you already know, |
yo there’s black people in Idaho, we fuck wiv yo shit, keep doin' ya’ll thing» |
«Ay shoutout Flatbush Zombies, you make the realest music out there, |
shout out Meechy, shout of Arch shout of Juice, ««.man it’s about time you niggas dropped an album, ya’ll been preforming the |
same shit for two years now like come on.» |
«I love you Erick, I love you Meech, I love you Juice, I just fucking love you |
guys» |
«.Fuck ya’ll, cause this gone be the greatest album ever and it ain’t even out |
yet that’s how much faith I got in these niggas. |
» |