[Intro: Gil Scott-Heron]
Early this morning
When you knocked upon my door
Early this morning
When you knocked upon my door
And I say, "Hello, Satan
I believe it's time to go
Hello, Satan
I believe it's time to go"
[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott]
Fuckin' hot, uh
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 of a virgin
Got me out the loop like this cursive
Eyes blink, nervous, words slur, lurkin', a wordsmith
And the worst is, kinda perturbed, bitch
If you ain't talking 'bout money I'm allergic
Six feet deep nigga where the dirt is
And bad bitches keep them guns inside they purses
The Devil tongue got me sprung through these verses
If I'm the number one, somethin' gotta surface
Grade school played a fool, did the math on it
Hella blind to these hoes, so I passed on it
Show them titties, girl, put my autograph on it
Broken dreams dog, rappin' with a cast on it
Lyrical child of the indigo
Heathens pray to God, I'm only 'bout the literal
I can see your third eye, talk about a miracle
Take a walk in my shoes, most of you just tippy-toe
T-t-t-t-time feelin' awesome engraved in my coffin
One whiff will make you pause, make you nauseous
Then I'm livin' proof ask Luke where the force is
Bury me a G, tailored suit lookin' gorgeous
Floorless, burn spliffs like I forfeit
Shut your eyes and enjoy the endorphins
Deep seas, uh, swimmin' with the dolphins
Back it up please proceed to move with caution
There's no facade, the zombies is the squad
Christian is the call but they never pray to God
If victory is war then we never met 'em
If you dancin' with the Devil, then I'm walkin' on the stars
[Chorus: Gil Scott-Heron]
Hello, Satan
I believe it's time to go
[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
Frog skin glasses, grippin' fat asses
My style surpasses, finger to the masses
Heron samples tryna make examples
All the wack rappers talking it tryna make examples
Young ass nigga, where your money at, nigga?
Spit that gudda rap, nigga, get ya mummy wrapped, nigga
Pocket full of stones, leave blood in the floor
Blood stains on the wall, blood rains in the morgue
I'm rotten, I'm stiff
Welcome to the underworld, life's a bitch
A corpse, a carcass
Middle finger to the world in my new shhhh
It's grimy, it's gudda
Real shit, just a bad motherfucker
Devolved, deceased
Bare arms, see the ankh and believe
Bear stroll, come and walk with a beast
Drink beer, so a nigga kinda slur when he speak
Requiem the dead never walks so we never in
Psilocybin high, I'm on another binge
Inny mini miney mo, a lot of ya'll niggas ain't built for the throne
Quote me if I'm wrong, levelheaded, headstrong
Drink your lix of holy water to build up
Ayahuasca, Yopo, I'm so gone
My soul's worn, I'm so drawn, I'm so torn
Seize the moment, seize rye, seed the omen
Juice so hard, Caesar, Roman
They swear I'm on the deep end
But it all depends if they comprehend
Killa' rap shit, nick name exorcism
Protected by the gods, trill shit no religion
[Chorus: Gil Scott-Heron]
Hello, Satan
I believe it's time to go
[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
High beyond biblical proportions
Told a Catholic priest, "Bible paper burn awesome"
Open my eyes and view the ceilin' from my coffin
Why are you surprised that I paint these vivid portraits?
Starin' in my vanity as I sit and plot another casualty
Higher than a meth-head on a trampoline
I trample these beats like a tyrant, beast
Eats anything that bleeds, feast on the soul of these
I'm quick to tell a ho "at ease", I'm blowin' leaves
Spittin' razor blades, tongue flip, flesh lacerate
Every day is Halloween, wrap you up in maskin' tape
Drag you to the ocean floor, body wash on Jersey Shore
Now you got a situation, death is chasin' while you waitin'
I plot your fate and politic while sharin' blunts with Satan
I drink a keg of acid, spit that in angels' faces
See you're a mere mortal, so there is no relation
On the highway to Hell, speedin' while I'm masturbatin'
With a thick witch, big tits, and her craft's amazin'
Make her hit this, big spliffs of the Cali raisin'
Don't waste a drop, she swallow when I'm ejaculatin'
And I'm sittin' mean OG like I'm Papi Mason
A glass of virgin blood and about a hundred blunts
Here to bring the fall just like the end of summer does
Life is a race, well I already won it, cuz
Off that hundredth blunt, I'm about to hit a hundred-one
[Outro: Meechy Darko, Erick Arc Elliott & Zombie Juice]
One hundred and one blunts
Graveyard shit
One hundred and one smuts
Nigga Meech hit me up (Flatbush Zombie gang, bitch)
And when we wanna tell you somethin', he gon' say it like this, like (Yeah)
"Yo, nigga, cut that model shit out, nigga
The fuck? You a producer, nigga"
I need a fuckin' bitch with a fat ass and like six hundred and sixty-six bottles of some good shit, or somethin'
And I'm here scratchin' my head like, "Damn, I guess I am"
Criminal
Flatbush Zombies (Flatbush Zombies, nigga)
The Glorious Dead, bitch
Flatbush Zombies
The Glorious Dead, shit
Uh, yeah
Alright
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