Your Favorite Rap Song

[Part I]

[Verse 1: Erick the Architect]

Oh, I swear

All I ever wanted was to be somebody

My reefer cloudy, lost to each assignment

Making beats and rhyming so proceed to find me

My speech align with "teacher, teacher help me seek the knowledge"

But the street's is evil, we proceed to flee police and sirens

Grievance foe, reaper loud six feet my ego grow

Shawty grip it both hands, lettin' off my Eagle low

Bust it back and forth, there's no remorse

I win, of course I'm in

You fraudulent, I'm sellin' drugs

Where's the love? Hit my plug

This is for my forty-busters

Holdin' crutches 'cause they know they hustlers

While the man is tryna cobra-clutch us

I drank a whole eight bottles, man, I won't discuss this

'Cause even if it's champagne, better know your substance

Fancy nigga's stuck on a brand name

But any day it's OE over champagne

I'm talkin' shit for my fan's sake

I give a fuck who can't relate, I'm arid landscape

I paint the picture for peace

Large wishes dismembered in several scenes

I'm Kubrick with chemistry

You're degenerate, generously

Poor me, poor, poor me

Got them hooked one time, so I gotta OD

[Chorus: Zombie Juice]

All I ever wanted, son

Was a brick, a mask and a hunnid guns

Put a grip in a mesh if you want it, son

For them chips I be damned and I run at you, yeah

[Verse 2: Erick the Architect]

I'm paintin' portraits while endorphins spinnin'

I'm high as hell when indulgin' in these gorgeous women

Pave the future for boosters, I'm contributin' my two cents

So I'm a nuisance

Producin' and I tighten the loop like it's a noose's

Who's this? Not for amusement, I'm never clueless

I do this, but never foolish

You doo-doo, and that's what stool is

My crew is cool as the Fonz, and you're Ferris Bueller

No honor in my medulla

No time for your common coonery

Prognosis was doses of mean rock

Dreamin', I be thuggin' like when Afeni conceived 'Pac

Papa told me fame would only flood my brain

So when you washed up is when you focus on these lames

Money murderin' music, my main objective is this

I'm pushin' the envelope and I seal yo' death with a kiss

Mind, soul, and spirit

Concious because I'm near it

The whisper is the mirror to all my merits

So fuck you if you ain't hear it, nigga

[Chorus: Zombie Juice]

All I ever wanted, son

Was a brick, a mask, and a hunnid guns

Put a grip in a mesh if you want it, son

For them chips I be damned and I run at you, yeah

All I ever wanted, son

Was a brick, a mask, and a hunnid guns

Put a grip in a mesh if you want it, son

For them chips I be damned and I run at you, yeah

[Bridge: Zombie Juice]

All I wanna do is

Sit back, smoke sacks, bump my new shit, ah

All I wanna do is

Sit back, smoke sacks, bump my new shit, uh

[Verse 3: Zombie Juice]

You can reach into your pocket while I reach into my mind

Clarity is so divine, we just see through the design

The physical we inherit by visions on TV screens

Chasin' the fucking dream, livin' to fit the scene

Never, I'm fuckin' clean, never this obscene

The green like six teens

Flip O's, a machine

Vaccine, I'm poison

Got guns like Marines

Smoke good, the routine

Love it, that pussy

Juicy the top dog, juicy like hot sauce

Juicy like AI, break necks like Benoit

I flow it, the Hulk Hogans

Blow it, the best doja

Hold ya composure

Pet bring the coffin, death will console ya

Remember me blessin' you fools with my energy, my energy

Blessin' you fools with my energy

Remember me, blessin' you fools with my energy, my energy

Movin' through life like there ain't no tomorrow

Blazin' all these mics like Showtime at Apollo

Thinkin' 'bout my life, full circle and the sorrow

Gotta get the cream, money motivations, greens galore

Yeah I like that shit raw, tell me how that shit feel

Livin' legend, twenty-somethin', imagine how my dick feel

Goddamn it, I'm just on my shit, feel

Men win and men lose, sometimes a friend too

Schemin' on the tops, some feathers fell from the flock

I've never felt like I'm not "swagger", it's in my roots

New York, we the greatest, these rap niggas hate us

Most you niggas wanna-be's, I can see it in they faces

Been like the same since seventeen, beatin' cases

Same drugs and same names, different places

Same kick game, perspective just switch lanes

Been hot for four years, my nigga, I Zig-blaze

A true meaning it seems

Underground kings

Still high without my wings

Survive and still I dream

Equality and loyal over fallacies and more

And where I come from, the hood is, still niggas poor

Pour another bottle, fuck America's dreams

Do it for your family and life ain't what it seems

Get it how you live, and album sales wouldn't matter

Still running through you niggas like a motherfuckin' bladder

[Verse 4: Meechy Darko]

I was conceived under the rubble of the buildings that Snoop crumbled back in 19-s-s-s-something

Someone once told me sufferin' would lead to the discovery of something deep

Inner peace—mind, body, soul: holy trinity

The dark man rides the pale horse down the road, the checkerboard

Kaleidoscope vision, my vision in vividest form

My prism is shimmerin', glistenin', I'm givin' off

A ray of light, ironic 'cause my name comes from the dark

I am the spawn of the sin of my pops, yeah, I was taught

But I've evolved and got involved

My only flaw is that I know my only flaw

And the Earth revolves whether I am on it or nah

But fuck that, let's break the law

We're scared of loss because my fam cannot afford to flee

Should a nigga sport Balmain denim in Saint Laurent?

Gold Colosseum [?]

Eight whores pack the front of the bus, we on tour

World War 3 when I undraw, these vocals C4

Layin' my punchlines like landmines

I was born on the darkest day, in blood I was baptized

I can't help but harness hate, watch this Capricorn decapitate

Give me a ten, give me a nine, fuck it, just give me a gatlin'

So I can crash the reunion and splatter his whole family

Who gon' be at communion?

Sports, drugs and entertainment keep our computers viewin' the wordsmith

You turd-shit

I can be a nuisance to any rapper that's spewin' that shit that we been doin'

Rollin' stone with this chrome, I leave his body in ruins

I ch-chew him and "pew-pew" him, I'm Duke Nukem

Fuck y'all niggas doin'?

How dare these rappers over-bite the man with the overbite?

Above par, above the bar, I'm over nice

God ain't even shoulder-height

Pocket knife, clean slice

Grab that M-O-P, I'm as cold as ice

A walking, talking poltergeist

It's Fleezus Christ, I turn water to acid

I can straighten out the meanest dyke

Seven gram Backwood, now my eyes Korean tight

My grandpa can't read or write

The cops never read my rights

Runnin' from them flashin' lights like Ye when he was still with Nike

Devil's pie, the final slice, gave my life up to the mic

Every rhyme I spit precise

I channel ODB and Big and Pac before I sit and write

Her C-cups is sittin' right

I'm just tryna lick and bite and fuck and fight

Who's you kiddin', this no fiction, nigga, this the facts of life

Acid tab and dirty sprite, I'm livin' the absurdest life

YSL Denim and Phillip Lim, my jeans are virgin tight

Your favorite rapper bit my whole life, but he ain't serve it right

Come on, dog, I got more bars than when your service right

One-ten in the stolen coupe, then I'm swervin' right

Fly with me, come see these heights

Don't be scared, hold on tight

Y'all should call me Conrad Murray the way I murder mic

[Part II: Outro / Fan Voicemails]

"Erick the Architect, Zombie Juice and Meechy Darko

You guys are an amazing music group

You have opened up my mind to all sorts of things

You have completely altered my perception of the world

And I'm gonna see you every single time you're in Salt Lake City for the rest of my life"

"Yo, Flatbush Zombies, it’s ya boy M.J.D. comin' outta Boise, Idaho

You already know yo, yep, there’s black people in Idaho

And we fuck wit yo shit, keep doin' y'all thing"

"Ayy shoutout Flatbush Zombies, you make the realest music out there

Shoutout Meechy, shoutout Arch, shoutout Juice

And shout out San Antonio, Texas"

"Man it's about time you niggas dropped an album, ya'll been performing the same shit for two years now like come on"

"I love you Erick, I love you Meech, I love you Juice, I just fucking love you guys"

"Fuck y'all, 'cause this gonna be the greatest album ever and the album not even out yet

That's how much faith I got in these niggas

Because it’s the Glorious Dead, it’s the Flatbush Zombies

It’s Meechy Darko, Zombie Juice, and The President; Erick Arc Elliott. Spell his name right, or I’ll beat your ass…"

“Your music is inexplicable”

“Ar-ar-architect your lifestyle, ayy, Erick Arc, been listenin' since fuckin' 2011 dude, Almost Remembered, dat’s dat shit”

“Ayy, if this is the Flatbush Zombies I just wanna say y'all fuckin' rock

Fuckin' Erick, you’re the fuckin' man

Juice, you’re the fuckin' man, Macho Man Randy Savage

And Meech, aww man, you fuckin'… killin' it”

“YOOOOOO…fuck you”

“Yo what up, this the High Chief from the Bay area. I’m lookin' for that Zombies pack. Been movin' on this OG for too long and my eyes is too low, I need to fuckin' just be dead already brah”

“I love all three of you, this album’s about to be liiiit”

“Fuck the Flatbush Zombies…faggots”

“Just wanted to let you guys know I really really appreciate everything you guys do, alright

Your music has really helped change my life, and I know it’s definitely helped out many others

Um, I been supportin' for such a long time, I can’t wait to finally buy the album, just give you guys the money, all the credit you guys deserve

Um, keep doin' what you guys are doin', keep spreadin' the message, and keep awakening our generation. Peace and love.”

“Shit, top five rappers, I put all three of y'all in it. You know what I’m sayin' man, I thank you guys for what you’re doing for the culture. Because of you guys, I’m becoming one of the illest motherfuckers I know and I love myself for it, and I love you guys for, you know what I’m sayin', just bein' yourselves

Just thank you, thank you guys for bein' you, man, man fuckin' Zombies for life”

“You guys are the game man, keep killin' it

You guys make the fuckin' best music in the game, no lie, straight up. No fuckin' label, nothin'. No name. Get that shit Flatbush.”

“BetterOffDEAD’s changed my life, D.R.U.G.S. was the shit

Clockwork Indigo EP was the shit, motherfuckin' music’s lit as fuck

You done changed my life also, I’m a huge Zombies fan, and the album boutta be lit”

“The fuckin' Flatbush Zombies man, where do I start?

You guys are dope as fuckin' shit

I remember when I first heard your song, fuckin' "Thug Waffle"

I was like ‘What the fuck dude?

I was fuckin' blown away, it was crazy"

“Yo man, I don’t even know man, just, Flatbush changed my life man, they, they make me feel better, they make me feel like someone understands, like there’s someone I can relate to”

“You guys have inspired me to do so fuckin' much, I love you guys

I can’t wait to see what you guys comin' up with for this next album”

“Zombies man, I fuck wit y'all dog

Man, I just gotta say thank you for everything you’ve done for me in the past three years

Like seriously yo, it’s opened my mind more than anything else

That’s more than school man, like I have a whole new outlook on life, and it’s because of y'all man, thank you so much”

“Flatbush Zombies are fuckin' awesome, and you fuckin' killed Red Rocks, and Meech fuckin' crowd surfed, and fuckin' fuck”

“You guys are really bringin' something new to the table

Bringing back that real hip hop. Every Arc beat is incredible

Meech the greatest at storytelling

And Juice just have you think about some shit you’d never think about”

“I’m a lesbian but I’d let you fuck me”

“Zombies, fuck yeah!”

“Yooo, what’s good Flatbush? Got mad love for y'all

Thanks for your guys' music, ‘cause, 'cause of your music I’ve vibed with some of the chillest niggas I know. They reppin’ our city, Beast Coast life!”

“Seriousness, you guys are the reason I listen to music, in hip hop in general, especially”

“You guys are my fuckin' heroes! King’s County baby!”

“Flatbush Zombies new album recorded, gonna be lit

Meechy Darko: lit

Erick the Architect: lit

And Zombie Juice: lit.”

“Ughhhh, so fuckin' zooted right now, ohhhhh myyyy godddddd”

“How in the fuck are we supposed to be doin' this?

How you gonna tell me an hour of my life is only worth $11 an hour?!

I’m out here tryin' to get behind doin' what I gotta do. I’m shit

An hour of my life ain’t worth anything

And that is why Flatbush is what it is

‘Cause they do what the fuck they want, when they want

Makin’ music, follow your dreams, inspire a king! Thank you!”