Zombies

Looptroop

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    Die!
    Ah... Zombies!

    [DJ EmBee scratching in the background]

    Verse 1:
    Yo in the rear, let me tell you how I feel
    Record companies seem to misunderstand the word 'deal'
    That means something in it, for both parties
    Not a big piece for the company, and a small one for the artist
    I work the hardest, you sit on a chair
    On ya fat ass, expecting me to share (What?!)
    My name ain't Cher, yours ain't Sonny
    That means no love between us, only relation is money
    That don't sound funny, but if that is how you want it
    Be consistent, and face the consequences
    I'll give you yours, if you give me mines
    But if you give me shit, then I'll step it no time
    Cause I got no time, to waste on BI
    If the BI is BS I'll rather chill in the beehive, cuz
    Just because I'm an up and coming, hungry MC
    Don't mean I'll settle for a "happy-meal record deal"
    I'd rather steal, take your whole shit
    You never gave me none so why should we split the profit?(why?)
    Why should I listen to your opinion if my shit is hot or not,
    When you know nothing 'bout Hip Hop?
    That's why I don't shop my demos
    But instead let them shop they record-deal, see if I'minterested
    Cause the time's dead, when we stood around
    With our ass in our hands, asking for a helping hand
    Nowadays we cut off your hand, steal your Rolex,
    You still don't know the time, judging from the shit you sign

    Refrain 2x:
    Yo kid, rewind (ah, ah)
    Listen to the shit again
    Next time you might comprehend in the message I send
    Independent is not a trend,
    But the only way of life
    Cause I'm not really alive
    If somebody else control my destiny,
    Making the important choices for me
    Then I'm a walking dead (yo) -A Zombie.

    Verse 2:
    I whisch (?) styles that I control like the 'Break-crew'
    Cause when we breakthrough
    We're not controlled my supervises like you
    Telling you the shit you got here, is not hot
    See it's as a bunch of Davids, with rocks and slingshots (pow!)
    Pointed out Goliath, come on and try us
    But they ain't a crew of liars, represent can never buy us
    Zombies for hire, occasional hit-makers
    Resurrected; expected to collect papers
    Wake up, it's your relation (ah, ah) built on loyalty
    And what about self-respect and royalties? (What?)
    Divious G's, forever independent MC's
    As long as the industry is still filled with friend enemies
    You got yourself a deal, but good luck
    But since the honesty is the best policy, -Ha you suck!
    While me and mines be legendary like swab and Don D
    You be a walking dead -A Zombie.

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    Refrain 2x:
    Yo kid, rewind (ah, ah)
    Listen to the shit again
    Next time you might comprehend the message I send
    Independent is not a trend,
    But the only way of life
    Cause I'm not really alive
    If somebody else control my destiny,
    Making the important choices for me
    Then I'm a walking dead -A Zombie.

    [DJ EmBee scratching in the background]

    Verse 3:
    Yo, MCs are living dead, giving head to majors
    But ain't no record company humping me, cause I got flavor
    They can't con me, into being a zombie
    As long as EmBee keeps hooking me with bomb beats
    So blow up "the Vampire Snake building"
    We building, on how to protect the children
    From the modern day tyro bagel
    To overcome Gods language barrier: two turntables...
    ...and a microphone, the forces of he darkness in the dangerzone
    Cause ugh, LoopTroop represent the sun
    So when you' nosferatus, we desperados with guns, and torpedos
    Blowing up blood sucking (ah) mosquitoes, and reload
    To kill super egos and libidos
    Not a question of 'if', It's a question of 'when'
    You and your punk friends, ain't no longer a trend
    You get dropped like Jim, from your bullshit label
    Now you're at home, watching bullshit cable
    At your bullshit table, with your remote control
    Wishing that you would have had at least remotely creativecontrol
    Of your product, before you cremated your soul
    Got packed like corned beef, marked it in and sold (whoa)

    Refrain 2x:
    Yo kid, rewind (ah, ah)
    Listen to the shit again
    Next time you might comprehend the message I send
    Independent is not a trend,
    But the only way of life
    Cause I'm not really alive
    If somebody else control my destiny,
    Making the important choices for me
    Then I'm a walking dead -A Zombie.

    Whoa, whoa, a zombie

    [DJ EmBee scratching in the background]

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