Lyrics:
Standin' 10 toes I'm standin' there tall
I just got the call we taking him off
Got the hit in the summer he down by the fall
Niggas just watchin' niggas get
the most
I love to make you smile, I like to tell you jokes
I love when you are by my side, cause you're always down to ride
Any time you hit my line I'mma
the army of the dead
We are rising by the thousands
All around crowded, getting petrified
We will get you surrounded in a sea of zombies
You are drowning,
this track
First degree, caught in the act
Can't say that this ain't facts
Bass hit like grrt, bap ooh, this slaps
Homie, go spin that back
One time for
Oh!
Zombies in the streets with a craving for the pain. Everybody's gone insane, agony injected to the brain. Infection setting in. Feel the toxins
Man I feel worthless, a good purchase
Abiding by the law
Good purp and good purpose
I ain't perfect, nobody on this earth is
Sweeter than the cherry
Call it community outreach
Cause I am here
I appear, I am the rickenbacker causeway
Virginia key, We sipping gamble and partay
So hit that parlay, Heads
like highwaters, but classic cool, blasting fools and attacking tools
That asked to be schooled, by fronting to rule my underground,
that thunder-sound
closing shop
Got the mindset to be big, and that could never change
Wanna be iced out
New drips and new chains
And I'ma get at, everything I want, by all
that I live it like a typhoon (uh)
I'm getting so much cake, imma top floor boss, imma tycoon
I cannot get to the phone, uh
Geeked up baby hit me up by
to the big city
Hope the people don't bite
Raccoon hit a blackout, bring your own light
It's an apocalypse
Don't go down with no fight
I'm not to bothered by
that I cooked a key her cooking gets you healthy my cooking guess you skinny Jenny Craig crack makes you act like zombies act one hit and no turning back
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
their humble abode
To get a jolt from my electrodes, they did the mash
The Zombies were having fun, the party had just begun
The guests included Wolf
get scared by angels
I have no fear to fail because I'll get through it
To get me through my hell, I had to make music
And I wanted to do it different
six albums in two years and
Every damn one hit the Billboards
And I kicked a twist and hit number two with
That country album that I made for 'em
Then
Still fightin paranoia
Anxiety at an all time high
Better days that I'm pushin for
Are what help me get by
Sheez still roll brown haze by
rhyme to get paid
Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out
has hit my mailbox
And has not been stolen by my former houseguest who has my Spare keyring
A hundred to the house for their hospitality and $55 to my
a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know, that I'm not a nimrod
And if you still
on another planet
By the time you get this album im on another album another album another one
Dj Khaled man i can't count em
My spaceship it crash landed
So
They want the album
I’m taking my time
Payin’ my dues
You payin’ dem fines
Word to billie eilish you rappers lying
Boxed in ya’ll been moving like
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