Produced by: Erick Arc Elliott Year: 2015 Follow Flatbush Zombies: https://www.youtube.com/user/FlatbushZombiesTV All rights and credits goes to the artists. I do not own the songs. Buy their music and support them! FROAT - Finest Rap Of All Time Check my other channel for finest instrumentals: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzaIn1rACq5KV-Sx-gc6V_w Follow FROAT on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/froat/ Follow FROAT on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/FinestRapOfAllTime/ Lyrics: [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 round 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, the drugs heighten' my paranoia But that's what the, acid taught us You got a better chance doing laps in piranha 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 Revolver ring six times like Robert Horry (and one!) Second amendment, nigga, grab your gun Invest in a vest when you’re from those slums LSD amazing, sour kush fragrance Somebody tell Uncle Sam I want my 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 Acid 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 Henn All I need is this pad, all I need is this pen, motherfucker [Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott] Recognize genius, still the same motive No I'm not bogus, everybody taking notice Just me and my opponents Fuck the cops, they a bunch of cronies Just 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 cannabinoid I'm out-of-body like I'm Enter the Void In first class, God loving your boy My employees got hella report 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 Read more into 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 he? No disrespect, but I know some of y'all Influenced by hip hop and take it shit too far No brains, man, just a slight change in plans Use the mic to rule and rock and choose to stand No cause ya flaws We truth that's all You could rap all you all you want with no message involved I'll be out in grass meditate in Nepal I to pray God God hear me or the devil I call I swear I said it before, y'all I ain't ready for war Misjudged, misguided, not a ounce of quitter Nah, true survivor Niggas do drugs but ya mind still basic psychedelics wasted Time can't save ya Cop killer if ya wanna come up in my face with that nonsense Go Thrilla like Mike Jack, bodega be that nigga Been in straight jacket Let my mind think backwards Roll a backwood, pass it before load this Mac And let this whole clip pack em ask a question Like how we grow up in a system Filled with hate and oppression And where we going when our pops and moms would left? I'm still smoking in the hood on the project steps But my money longer than a fucking ostrich neck, nigga
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