Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Erick the Architect
Erick the Architect
Vocals
Meechy Darko
Meechy Darko
Vocals
Zombie Juice
Zombie Juice
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antonio Lewis
Antonio Lewis
Songwriter
Demetri Simms
Demetri Simms
Songwriter
Erick Elliott
Erick Elliott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Erick the Architect
Erick the Architect
Producer
Joel Gutman
Joel Gutman
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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 foe, 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 O.E over champagne I'm talking shit for my fan's sake I give a fuck who can't relate I'm arid landscape 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 OD All I ever wanted son was a brick A mask and a hunnid guns put a grip In a mesh if you want it son for them chips I be damned and I run at you, yeah I'm painting portraits while endorphins spinning I'm high as hell when indulging in these gorgeous women Pave the future for boosters, 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 coonery 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 murdering music my main objective is this I'm pushing the envelope and I seal yo' death with a kiss 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 grip In a mesh if you want it son For them chips I be damned and I run at you Yeahhhhh All I ever wanted son was a brick A mask and hunnid guns put a grip In a mesh if you want it son For them chips I be damned and I run at you Yeah All I wanna do is Sit back, smoke sacks, bump my new shit Ah 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 see through the design The physical we inherit By visions on TV screens Chasing the fucking dream Livin' to fit 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 Love it, 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 ya 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, twenty 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 Been like the same since, seventeen beating cases Same drugs and same names, different places Same kick game perspective just switch lanes Been hot for four years, my nigga Isaac Blaze A true meaning it seems, underground kings Still high without my wings, survive and still I 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 bladder I was conceived under the rubble of the buildings That Snoop crumbled back in nineteen-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 vividest form 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, yeah, I was taught But I've evolved and got involved, my only flaw is that I know My only flaw, and the earth revolves whether I am on it or nah But fuck that, let's break the law We're scared of loss because my fam cannot afford to flee Should a nigga sport Balmain denim in Saint Laurent? Gold Colosseum front painful, haters' loss Eight whores pack the front of the bus, we on tour World War III when I undraw these vocals, C-four Layin' my punchlines like landmines I was born on the darkest day, in blood I was baptised I can't help but harness hate, watch this Capricorn decapitate Gimme a ten, gimme a nine, fuck, just gimme a gatlin' So I can crash the reunion and splatter his whole family Who gon' be at communion? Sports, drugs and entertainment keep our computers viewing the wordsmith You turd shit I can be a nuisance to any rapper that's spewin' that shit that we been doin' Rolling stone with this chrome, I leave his body in ruins I ch-chew him and pew-pew him, I'm Duke Nukem Fuck y'all 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 M-O-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 Seven gram Backwood, now my eyes Korean tight My grandpa can't read or write The cops never read my rights Runnin' 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 C-cups is sittin' right I'm just tryna lick and bite and fuck and fight Who's you kiddin', there's no fiction, nigga this the facts of life Acid tab and dirty sprite, I'm living the absurdest 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 One-ten in the stolen coupe, then I'm swervin' right Fly with me, come see these heights Don't be scared, hol' on tight Y'all should call me Conrad Murray, the way I murder Mike "Erick 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 of the world And I'm gonna see you every single time you're in Salt Lake City for the rest of my life" "Yo, Flatbush Zombies, it's ya boy M.J.D. comin' outta Boise, Idaho You already know yo, yep, there's black people in Idaho And we fuck wit yo shit, keep doin' y'all thing" "Ayy shoutout Flatbush Zombies, you make the realest music out there Shoutout Meechy, shoutouy Arch, shoutout Juice And shout out San Antoni, Texas" "Man it's about time you niggas dropped an album, ya'll been performing 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 y'all, 'cause this gonna be the greatest album ever and the album not even out yet That's how much faith I got in these niggas Because it's the Glorious Dead, it's the Flatbush Zombies It's Meechy Darko, Zombie Juice, and The President; Erick Arc Elliott. Spell his name right, or I'll beat your ass" "Your music is inexplicable" "Ar-ar-architect your lifestyle, ayy, Erick Arc, been listenin' since fuckin' two thousand and eleven dude, almost remembered, dat's dat shit" "Ayy, if this is the Flatbush Zombies I just wanna say y'all fuckin' rock Fuckin' Erick, you're the fuckin' man Juice, you're the fuckin' man, Macho Man Randy Savage And Meech, aww man, you fuckin' killin' it" "Yo fuck you" "Yo what up, this the High Chief from the Bay area. I'm lookin' for that Zombies pack. Been movin' on this OG for too long and my eyes is too low, I need to fuckin' just be dead already brah" "I love all three of you, this album's about to be lit" "Fuck the Flatbush Zombie faggots" "Just wanted to let you guys know I really really appreciate everything you guys do, alright Your music has really helped change my life, and I know it's definitely helped out many others Um, I been supportin' for such a long time, I can't wait to finally buy the album, just give you guys the money, all the credit you guys deserve Um, keep doin' what you guys are doin', keep spreadin' the message, and keep awakening our generation. Peace and love." "Shit, top five rappers, I put all three of y'all in it. You know what I'm sayin' man, I thank you guys for what you're doing for the culture. Because of you guys, I'm becoming one of the illest motherfuckers I know and I love myself for it, and I love you guys for, you know what I'm sayin', just bein' yourselves Just thank you, thank you guys for bein' you, man, man fuckin' Zombies for life" "You guys are the game man, keep killin' it You guys make the fuckin' best music in the game, no lie, straight up. No fuckin' label, nothin'. No name. Get that shit Flatbush." "Betteroffdead's changed my life, D.R.U.G.S. was the shit Clockwork Indigo EP was the shit, motherfuckin' music's lit as fuck You done changed my life also, I'm a huge Zombies fan, and the album boutta be lit" "The fuckin' Flatbush Zombies man, where do I start? You guys are dope as fuckin' shit I remember when I first heard your song, fuckin' "Thug Waffle" I was like 'What the fuck dude? I was fuckin' blown away, it was crazy" "Yo man, I don't even know man, just, Flatbush changed my life man, they, they make me feel better, they make me feel like someone understands, like there's someone I can relate to" "You guys have inspired me to do so fuckin' much, I love you guys I can't wait to see what you guys comin' up with for this next album" "Zombies man, I fuck wit y'all dog Man, I just gotta say thank you for everything you've done for me in the past three years Like seriously yo, it's opened my mind more than anything else That's more than school man, like I have a whole new outlook on life, and it's because of y'all man, thank you so much" "Flatbush Zombies are fuckin' awesome, and you fuckin' killed Red Rocks, and Meech fuckin' crowd surfed, and fuckin' fuck" "You guys are really bringin' something new to the table Bringing back that real hip hop. Every Arc beat is incredible Meech the greatest at storytelling And Juice just have you think about some shit you'd never think about" "I'm a lesbian but I'd let you fuck me" "Zombies, fuck yeah!" "Yooo, what's good Flatbush? Got mad love for y'all Thanks for your guys' music, 'cause, 'cause of your music I've vibed with some of the chillest niggas I know. They reppin' our city, Beast Coast life!" "Seriousness, you guys are the reason I listen to music, in hip hop in general, especially" "You guys are my fuckin' heroes! King's County baby!" "Flatbush Zombies new album recorded, gonna be lit Meechy Darko: lit Erick the Architect: lit And Zombie Juice: lit." "Ughhhh, so fuckin' zooted right now, oh my God" "How in the fuck are we supposed to be doin' this? How you gonna tell me an hour of my life is only worth eleven dollars an hour?! I'm out here tryin' to get behind doin' what I gotta do. I'm shit An hour of my life ain't worth anything And that is why Flatbush is what it is 'Cause they do what the fuck they want, when they want Makin' music, follow your dreams, inspire a king! Thank you!"
Writer(s): Demetri Simms, Erick Elliott, Antonio Lewis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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