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flatbush zombies - the results are in lyrics

[intro: sample]
look at this mouth, look at these eyes
look at these ears, look at this hairline
but, why don’t you think you’re the father?
because, it’s been a time where i’ve went over to [sheela’s] house
and it’s been twelve guys in there
and there’s a bottle of gin, and there’s things being rolled up
we all know what i’m talking about
you, first of all, are a liar
you’re dumb as a box of rocks
number four in your cl-ss? i don’t think so
i have the high school transcript to prove it
okay, well show me! i’m not trying to hear none of that
that’s not putting food on keyshawn’s table
or clothes on her back
maury, maury, maury, i’d just like to say

[verse 1: juice]
metaphysics, religious scripture, read the picture
partic-p-ting, hate the negative, we’ll get ya
look inside your soul, meet your maker, i suppose
in jamaica, blowing os, cali n-ggas cutthroat
beast coast n-gga, yeah, we’ve been on
trippy motherf-cker, up and down, ping-pong
bulletproof from the roof, third eye strong
king of my own, that throne’ll leave you th-rny crowned
crucify, getting sh-tted by your own
the universe, everywhere i roam is my home
to some, i suppose, uranium explode
leaving kids disfigured, they meant to just a figment
i ain’t acid rap, but i rap on acid
do it for the culture, that pop sh-t over
wasn’t for a$ap, the radio would make me throw up
here’s the reality, i plead my insanity
i don’t give a f-ck if you rap n-ggas don’t like me
same old n-gga, rubber bands and a white tee
no chain on, gold t–th, blowing yoshi (yoshi!)
issa, ak, do it for the whole team
yfg, zombie n-ggas reign supreme
prince my little yout, growin faster than my buzz
last week overseas, steady getting love
signing out, juice man, peace, ganja, blood

[verse 2: erick arc elliot]
got a job, got to rob, black mask, black noise
black ball, black hoodie back on my back, boy
my axe raw, never pack gats, i pack poise
i back smack n-ggas ’til i’m back on the tabloids
everything i knew ’bout jealousy and wicked n-ggas
we don’t need no shootouts
part of me, i’m part of poverty, the streets father me love
hesitate to tell the truth cause only part of me was
confident when the skoma lit
my crew move anonymous over units, -ssemble platoons to form a conglomerate
blood-rushing concussions ain’t nothing
you don’t have to be a n-gga to consume a substance
but pour us a bottle, formula is to follow
trippy chick love lucy like ricky ricardo
capable of crashing internet without the intellect
tell him f-ck you to his face in case it’s never indirect
see, my mother struggled, so i never loved another like her
despite the human cycle, entice a rap revival
i’ve been here, my marketing plans are well off
my haters on the d-ck, advise for you to get off
papa was a rolling stone waiting for that mobile phone
and my homies know, call my bluff
who will hold the throne? probably me
the prophecy is i see, it’s not a dream
on the mpc, it’s sending you shots to your self-esteem

[verse 3: meechy darko]
when you got the juice, you got to move like the bishops do
even if that means k!lling every n-gga in your crew
i’m the type to screw over anyone to make a move
paper i pursue, looking for a big head, brunette, betty boop
she can be black-and-white just like the cartoon, i ain’t picky
no invite to the vmas cause they knew i was gonna shoot this sh-t up
like sticky fingers on the trigger and it’s getting itchy
i like my s-x hot, sticky, sweat dripping
kinky, finger-l!cking b-tches f-ck with me
yet they honor me cause of my honesty
cause honestly, i ain’t sh-t, i’m just being honest, b
all-red suit on suge knights, i’m nino browning
am i my brother’s keeper? no, n-gga, i’m only childing
no sleep ’til brooklyn, so i sew open my eyelids
ha, did i mention psilocybin my stylist
the wildest brooklyn n-gga since christopher wallace
(gimme the loot, gimme the loot) i need your purse and wallets
i’m smoking cookies, n-gga, scout’s honor
mr. darko
(“you are not the father”)

[produced by erick arc elliott]

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