Flatbush Zombies – MRAZ (Prod. Erick Arc Elliott)

Flatbush Zombies - MRAZ (Prod. Erick Arc Elliott)



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31 thoughts on “Flatbush Zombies – MRAZ (Prod. Erick Arc Elliott)”

  1. Flat/ Africa is your face of zombies. Come through and touch the sand of your fore fathers. We been waiting for the hope. Big fan from South Africa

  2. This song and vid will always have a special place in my heart :")
    Reminds me of carefree days when I was rooming with my bros and we'd just get high, go to college, and enjoy time with each other and explore Gainesville.
    I especially love parts like at 4:35. I dunno, something about it seems like such an intimate glimpse into their lives before they made it big, especially when Meech picks up that random record of Erick's.
    Zombies for life. Much love to anyone reading this.

  3. [Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
    What the bloodclot? What the blood
    Get M-E-T-H-O-D, Drought 3 Dwayne Carter
    With a splash of Busta's craft and a hint of Big Poppa
    Little dash of Nasty Nas, top it off with Bob Marley
    Throw 'em all in a blender and I'm what the fuck you get
    And imagine that like a figment
    I'm a walking, talking enigma
    Something you never figure
    Ni-ni-ni-ni-nigga, I am like Randy Savage on acid
    That's very vibrant and classic
    A walking disaster, hazard to any rapper
    That’s rapping, we the underground killas
    But globally they feel us cause we restoring the feeling
    This guru spit voodoo, yes
    I am that mass appealing, I'm feeling up on her breasts
    She swallowing all my children
    Rack in my mouth, teeth made of gold
    I'm sucking the areolas, my nigga, the best of both
    Double entendre
    And if they auctioning niggas, then I'm the top product
    What am I saying, they used to auction our forefathers
    Where is my mind, shit, I can't find it
    Like looking for remote control after smoking marijuana
    How is he so niggerish, yet so enlightened
    It can't be possible, he living everything he rhyming
    I feel like we entered the game at remarkable timing
    [Hook: Zombie Juice]
    Broke niggas only make jokes, nigga
    I made more than I can fit in this quote, nigga
    Quote, nigga, we the hope, nigga
    Flatbush Zombie, motherfucker, we the hope, nigga
    Hope nigga, hope nigga
    Flatbush Zombie, motherfucker, we the hope, nigga
    Hope nigga, hope nigga
    Flatbush Zombie, motherfucker, we the hope, nigga

    [Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott]
    I assemble sentences so I can reap the benefits
    And I never see my nemesis, but I'm working on my penmanship
    I counted many blessings, stressing women, nothing less of winning
    If I'm talking shit, shit, man, I'm only kidding
    Sitting on the sphere, Earth is spinning, persevere
    2012 is here and instill a different kind of fear
    It's material, and I ain't talkin fashion
    Believe in what you want, cause no one knows to seem what happens
    Ya bastards
    Since I smoked the cohiba, I'm evil
    Zombies be competition, six feet deep beneath your people
    Only illegal amounts of the medicine'll get you in a bind
    I already got your heart, girl, I wanna fuck your mind
    But since I came, developed my name, the author oughta slap you hard
    I never drop the acid, bruh, I'm trippy as fuck
    Because I'd rather knock it down instead of picking you up
    So cut the ash right through the diamond, my hair wrapped up like a shaman
    [Hook: Zombie Juice]
    Broke niggas only make jokes, nigga
    I made more than I can fit in this quote, nigga
    Quote, nigga, we the hope, nigga
    Flatbush Zombie, motherfucker, we the hope, nigga
    Hope nigga, hope nigga
    Flatbush Zombie, motherfucker, we the hope, nigga
    Hope nigga, hope nigga
    Flatbush Zombie, motherfucker, we the hope, nigga

    [Verse 3: Zombie Juice]
    Cruising down the street, ain't got a 6-4
    Just a heart full of pride, a mouth full of gold
    Corny baby mama knocking at my front do'
    She just want my income, I'd rather get my dick sucked
    I be that Z-O-M-B, shawty don't tempt me
    Leather on, Fonzirelli, piss on women, R. Kelly
    Smashing bitches in the telly, passing swishers rolled up with me
    Trippy is as trippy does, catch me smoking potent, cuz
    Having visions of Mason Betha coming back
    Spitting crack, contemplating how we living under Satan
    Discriminating and hating, this ain't rap
    I call it food for the savoring
    What's your craving, na-not for paparazzi, the most
    Incredible dope, feta, cheddar, the revenue
    Never seen federal, gotta stay 'head of the server, the Hedetet
    Love my medical-hating niggas disguised as friends
    I see the lies, wannabes, little Gs
    Peep the A-P-Cs, I'm a G-O-D
    Rep the N-Y-C, we got U-N-I, T-Y
    It's time y'all get off my N-U-T-Zs, please
    I got the scoop, ain't that about a bitch
    Take a flick with the microphone ripper, gravedigger
    Hairy black ball nigga, sicker than your average
    Twisting dank, fucking hoes on the kitchen sink
    What you think?

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