Letra da Música R. I . P. C. D de Flatbush Zombies

[verse 1: erick arc elliott]
The rhyme is so raw
Most these rappers need a seminar
You copy the same schematics
You making the same songs
You thought that you were the only
But understand it's the physical
Artistry manifest, but no ideas original
Sick as creation no need for further analysis
Plus the beats bang
Prestige giving me calluses
Even if it's assumed, proving it all again
Selling out all the shows
Never selling out who I am
Mild temper venter, chronic keep me casual
Formally introduced
To a journey into the natural
The three, two zeros then proceeded by one
Laced like your woven tennis shoes
Before you go run
Danger danger, will robinson
There's a crisis here, nappy ain't dirty
Raised this man it's just a type of hair
Nightmares have just begun
There's no enticing him
Limbs relaxed
But your music pop like a vicodin

[hook: eric arc elliott]
R. I. p. to the cd can't even play my hits
Cause new computer shit
Without the means to play the shit
We love to boost the speed
We love the memory
It got me feeling like
We're nothing like we used to be
R. I. p. to the cd can't even play my hits
Cause new computer shit
Without the means to play the shit
We love to boost the speed
We love the memory
It got me feeling like
We're nothing like we used to be

[verse 2: zombie juice]
Smoke smoke drip sip sip sip
Eyes closed like I missed this
No forgiveness, just a sick bitch
Cause I'm under destruction what is this?
Just a young nigga ready to get this
If I fall on my face, you're my witness
Feast on my blood when I leave this
Didn't mention I'm starting to think that
This world is lost like a sea ship
Walking to hell with the demons
How can the heavens defeat them?
Sometimes I just wanna, leave 'em
This feeling is something, I can't run
I just wanna be where I came from
I'm never gon' see where I came from
Rest in peace to the queen son
Brooklyn baby reborn
Tripping up, you lukewarm
This is like a warning flatbush
Swarming nike shoes on
Prove them critics wrong
Getting cream bitch I love it
And the fans hold us down
Put nothing above it

[hook: eric arc elliott]
R. I. p. to the cd can't even play my hits
Cause new computer shit
Without the means to play the shit
We love to boost the speed
We love the memory
It got me feeling like we're nothing
Like we used to be used to be, used to be
R. I. p. to the cd can't even play my hits
Cause new computer shit
Without the means to play the shit
We love to boost the speed
We love the memory
It got me feeling like we're nothing like
We used to beused to be, used to be

[verse 3: meechy darko]
The wickedest
Man of fire the new richard pryor
The wicked lit, rubber on my dick
Cause I don't want that charlie sheen shit
Please don't say you're the highest
Until you met your highness
I just, want the head like isis
Fuck her so precise her pussy
Gushing like a geyser
I'm michael myers with
These grip pliers took off your eyelids
I sit in silence, speaking tongues
And burned bibles
So open letter to all of my rivals
You will not vanquish my titles
My semi-automatic
Will splatter a nigga like jackson pollock
Deranged since birth
I was conceived in an insane asylum
I solemnly swear this evening
To refrain from the violence
Young and wilding
Psilocybin still my style is
Lsd drops in my iris
Tire mark, police sirens
No guidance, the belly
Of the beast is where I reside in
Grimy and vibrant like busta rhymes
In the early 90's
Click boom, your head blew
Like you play for the giants
Lyrical tyrant the way I be rhyming
I deserve all
Of the pulitzer prizes my pistol
Be hiding I pull it surprise 'em
My voice can be hypnotizing every verse
I deliver be vivid and visually striking
Been the highest since I arrived
And the climate is rising
It's 'bout to get violent cover your eye
And take this lyrical dosage
That doctor meechy dark prescribed ya
I slide inside her
I love her tight vagina no e-z widers
Back to the cypher I got chronic
To light up pass me the lighter

[hook: eric arc elliott]
R. I. p. to the cd can't even play my hits
Cause new computer shit
Without the means to play the shit
We love to boost the speed
We love the memory
It got me feeling like we're nothing like
We used to beused to be, used to be
R. I. p. to the cd can't even play my hits
Cause new computer shit
Without the means to play the shit
We love to boost the speed
We love the memory
It got me feeling like
We're nothing like we used to be