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Flatbush Zombies

Flatbush Zombies are an American hip hop group from the Flatbush section of Brooklyn, New York City, formed in 2010. The group is composed of rappers Meechy Darko, Zombie Juice and Erick Arc Elliott, with Elliott also serving as their regular record producer. The trio are part of the East Coast hip hop movement known as "Beast Coast", which also consists of fellow Brooklyn-based rap groups The Underachievers and Pro Era. Flatbush Zombies have collaborated with various artists, including RZA, ASAP Mob, Z-Breezy, Jim Jones, Juicy J, Danny Brown, Action Bronson, Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire, and Anthony Flammia among others. They have performed at music festivals such as The Hudson Project, JMBLYA, Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival, Pemberton Music Festival, A… more »

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You know what I mean?
Like I told the nigga, I'm like
"Yo, you know my body, my nigga, ha, I don't know what you talkin' 'bout
But you know how I get down, baby
Don't be tryna talk crazy over here"

I got the world in my hands now
Attitude, f*ck it, like I'm caught with my pants down
You pussy, and I always been a dog
Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball
The sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off
Hennessy and bad decisions, making millions off us all
With this bad lotto, my motto, drive and swerve pot hole
Numbers don't lie, when on my side, capo

I got an energy problem, no I got an enemy problem
No I got a Hennessy problem, paranoia's gettin' me probably
Opposite of kamikaze, papi your shit never droppin', stop it
Tight body, nothing sloppy but her toppy, zombie gang, gang gang
Body rotten
Gucci sweats while casket shopping
I'm possessed, the acid dropper
Never lying, ho
I'm designed to rhyme, the grimy moves is what I'm inclined to do
I'm sorry silly rhymers your highness, don't need no kind of boost
This is highly ignitable, riot indicting
Frying my mind, body with chemicals, why try?
It's all in your mind, red eye flights, I'm going in raw
Let's roll the dice 
Kill you on cam and
Take your life for likes, I'm trife, I'm quite nice, precise with knife slice and dice
Inhale, exhale, close one eye, then snipe
Beware, this here is the tales of the dark side
Nobody gets out of alive
Ask why, Satan cried when I got baptized
All I got is my balls, my word, my pride
Her head fire
Ghost Rider, just Meech no help, no writer, no sire
Pussy boy eat fire, Flatbush, east sider

I got the world in my hands now
Attitude, f*ck it, like I'm caught with my pants down
You pussy, and I always been a dog
Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball
The sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off
Hennessy and bad decisions, making millions off us all
With this bad lotto, my motto, drive and swerve pot hole
Numbers don't lie, when on my side, capo

Yeah, dirty as Jersey, no disrespect to Reggie the Noble
Repeatedly hitting your whip, until it's been totaled
Please lady, no photos, I'm hardly sober
My omens have only told me to focus on every quote
And expose every single soul with the motives of taking over the globe
Taking over the road, on the dough with my bros
I'm bowling with pins of woes, more than convinced I'm old
Wisdom infinite fold, my window is tinted closed
These niggas is gimmicks, so I hit 'em like Riddick Bowe
I'm driven to pay the toll, you niggas is paper plush, you fuckin' with angel dust (woo)
We can't be fucked with, it's nothing, to niggas no discussion, I crush them
Sweet as custard, apply the pressure, the messier the dossier
Closer where the the Yankees play their closers
Can't you see me, 3D, Tesla memory
Here's the melody, eat your shit, human centipede

I got the world in my hands now
Attitude, f*ck it, like I'm caught with my pants down
You pussy, and I always been a dog
Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball
The sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off
Hennessy and bad decisions, making millions off us all
With this bad lotto, my motto, drive and swerve pot hole
Numbers don't lie, when on my side, capo

I learned a new word today, nigga
Triskaidekaphobia 
An extreme superstition regarding the number thirteen
That's why a nigga don't be havin' thirteenth floor on the, anyway
Most project buildings don't really get past thirteenth floor
Anyway, so it don't really matter
What's poppin', blood? You goo, you good?
You quit the thirteenth floor for me?
Ayo, thirteenth floor
All right, eleventh floor

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