No Religion (ft.The Underarchievers)

Flatbush Zombies

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    It's the return of the rotten apple
    Through time travel, armies of indigo
    Swarming, shepherd the leperd, fuck cattle
    We be the beast coast pharaohs, you smell the weed smoke
    That we toke, put them in sleep mode
    Like a pc, og, yeah new york diesel
    From the bottom to the top, right
    But shit I'm on the block

    Still, plotting with parting, your bitch on my cock
    Not still twerking for a g
    Cause I bring life to all the drinks
    I think twice, there's no second life
    So I take pride in what I do
    A living God it’s why they kneel
    For my weakness is not in heel
    Go to hell, heaven, whatever
    The longer you gone, the better
    47 Rest in never, we building this shit together
    Cause one man's insanity's another man's treasure, nigga

    Stop tryina be Jesus, try to be better
    Your chakra is closed, just raise your energy level
    Your weapons is flawed, from the barrel to the lever
    I say oh lord, and of course a nigga get em
    Stop tryina be 2pac, try to be better
    Your chakra is closed, just raise your energy level
    Your weapons is flawed, from the barrel to the lever
    Meech say, done em all
    And of course a nigga get em

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    Ain't it ironic, that the zombies runnin' the rotten apple
    Haven't ran out of competition
    So I battle my fucking shadow
    Gave her the hard drive, she sync
    My data, dna matter, spit it on my dick
    And download it after
    I reached the highest levels
    Eyes red like the devil
    Your chakra’s is closed up

    Bitch raise your energy level
    They are more than a appalling oh my godly presence
    Shall I mention I'm reinventing the ideology
    Of what they consider social acceptance
    In every fucking sentence
    My tongue's a weapon, so bitch if we kiss your head it's severed
    I fucked the cougar, named dandy lion the def leopard
    Scratches and paw prints, all over my garments, oh shit!

    Stop tryina be Jesus, try to be better
    Your chakra is low, just raise your hand and delevel
    Your weapons is flawed, from the barrel to the lever
    I say oh lord, and of course a nigga get em
    Stop tryina be 2pac, try to be better
    Your chakra is low, just raise your hand and delevel
    Your weapons is flawed, from the barrel to the lever
    Meech say, done em all
    And of course a nigga get em

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