Flatbush Zombies - Blacktivist | Текст песни

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[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
Black activists on actavis
A whole sheet of LSD but that ain’t for the mattress
Ask ya bitch, my stroke is immaculate
A sinner and saint, I’m flashy as an acid trip
Just me and a rusty burner
Ah, ah, ah, shout out to Shmurda
Shout out to Rowdy, my mind is cloudy
Stay with iron around me like Robert Downey
Don’t you doubt me, King like LeBron watch me switch my mouthpiece
Running through knots
Couple karats in my mouth like “What’s up, Doc?”
I be talking to my 9 like “What’s up, Glock?”
I flirt with death, drugs hidin' my paranoia
Thought this what the, acid taught us
You got a better chance doing laps in pirhanna waters
Hide your daughters, join a cult, let’s have an orgy
My biography is gory
My life like American Horror Story
Still not the father, that’s word to Maury
Got a ring six times like Robert Horry
Second amendment, nigga, grab your gun
Invest in a vest when you’re from those slums
LSD amazing, sour bitch fragrance
Somebody tell Uncle Sam I want reparation
40 acres and a pearl white slave bitch
If that offends your race, bitch, well I’ll give you a facelift
You run away from your problems, batty boy, then you gon face this
Lord knows I wanna erase him
Take him to a level of darkness he ain’t been
Remove the safety, can I end up in the state pen with some statements
Hard time behind these bars, working the grave shift
Motherfucker we made it, ain’t it amazin’?
Nigga I had to suffer for this, lost every lover for this
Every night I argue with my mother for this
As it was an escape, not a way to the bank
Not a phase, not a trend, it was the means to my ends
I don’t need no friends
All I need is this gat, all I need is this (gasp)
All I need is this pad, all I need is this pen, motherfucker

[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott]
Recognize genius, [?]
No I'm not bogus, everybody taking notice
Just me and my opponents
Fuck the cops, they a bunch of [?]
Save a little weed for the morning
This is the environment we raised in
When you try to break out but you're caged in
Smoking hella weed, this my motivation
Zombies doing numbers, I promised a combination
This is for the music, fill it with the hatred
But only real niggas know how good to make it
I been a fan of rap before I was a fan of being black
Now I'm famous, got family, no fantasy in that
My niggas ain't scared to deploy
When destroyed off the cannabanoid
I'm out-of-body like I'm Enter the Void
In first class, God loving your boy
My employees got hella [?] but now enjoying the allure of it
Damn, why are we so sure of it?
Even when you make mistakes, man they all love it
The allure of it, why are we so sure of it?
Even when you make mistakes, man they all love it
Remorting the things, question all that remains
Who was living before with clean water to drink
We avoided to think
But this a nation of lost souls
So I'll meet you at the crossroads

[Verse 3: Zombie Juice]
Rest in peace Steezy, rest in peace Stevie
Put the cup down, y'all niggas still tryna be me
No disrespect but I know some of y'all influenced by hip-hop, you take the shit too far
No brains man, just a slight change of plans
Use a mic to rule, I rock, I choose to stand
No cause, y'all floss
We the truth, that's all
You can rap all you want with no message involved
I'll be out in the grass meditating [?]
Pray to God, God hear me or the devil I call
I swear I said it before, y'all ain't ready for war
Misjudged or misguided, not an ounce, I'm acquitted
True survivor, niggas do drugs but your mind still basic
[?] wasted, time can't save you
[?] if you wanna come up in my face with that nonsense, go
Feeling like Mike Jack
Think I be that nigga been in a straight jacket
Let my mind think back
[?]
Grew up in the system filled with hate and oppression
It won't be gone when our pops and our moms are left
I'm still smoking in the hood on the project step
But my money longer than a fucking ostrich neck, nigga

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