Blacktivist

Flatbush Zombies

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    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

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    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

    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

    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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