[Meech]I am redesigning the mind of the massesThat fear a black man with tattoos and bandanasBut when a white man wear tattoos and bandanasAnd joins a bike gang it's all cool with the balance.Hate my black flesh, but you're mad that I came upYou cannot change, rearrange my chemical make-upPigmentation, annunaki blood, who just wanted to make ya astral project bloodOutta the matrix, you fake fucks plagurusI make a whore drop drugs with my cranium, telepathy,Host with the most, you can't find a better beastBetter off dead, sever off headsEver since I blew up niggas think I got breadSo they got their hands out, they gon' get their palms readRed from all the bloodshedLoad it up my nigga, bang bangCook that rock nigga, slang 'cainePoint your finger, play the blame gameFuck it dog it's the American wayGet high my nigga, maintainSell lies, chase fameCause if they could they would still hangTrust me dog it's the American way[Erick Ark Elliot]Music my own drug the beauty through the peopleNiggas will never change unless you thinkin' you need toWe rebuild and destroy, home of the unemployedWe callin' it rap, while you callin' it noiseSo evacuate your homes, radios never play my favorite songMiss America would never be black, no use in tellin' me thatEverybody could coincide, it could never be thatGood riddance to the realest, but you gotta feel usGettin cash every day twistin flame Herbal PhillipsStereotype, never marry a wifeJust another block nigga making music, maybe you rightMost definitely and you questioning meIf the world fucked up the exception is meGovernment love guns till they aimed at youNo tellin what I might do for the red white and the blue[Juice]Oh shit, Oh LordHere we go again finna get these packs offRepetitive sedative, got a fetish for fetishesAn American menace, I'm manifesting my businessesRealest as realest gets, terror the terroristsIf you put your hands out I'm a crush your fingertipsFuck Bloomberg, that man absurdThrow him in the trunk right up on the curbHop out mash out leave his ass thurrNiggas talk shit but I don't feel wordsBetter of dead, prepare for the worseBeen slaved since the my first day on this earthFuck social security and fuck homeland security9/11 biggest fraud in historyAnd all you rappers ain't goddamn shit to meGetting fucked by a labelFame chasing bitch chasing lonely ass nigga probably[?] you ain't going to face itIn debt to the red white and blueYour government lies so who the fuck is you
Songs by Flatbush ZOMBiES
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