Flatbush Zombies - Chuch Lyrics
[Verse 1: Juice]Take a bong ripper, I be tuned inNick at Nite, Jack Tripper, yeah he gone inDimethyltryptamine, tryna see the vivid screensNever been akin to these lame rappers, they shit is weakAnd ***** who you pretend to be, I'm tryna be the bigger meBody, the industry, ***** all my enemiesGot acid in the freezer, acid in the fridgeAcid in the bottle, so don't ask me how I liveTrippy all day, I ain't never gonna slipThere's rules to the game, ho nigga get hipHip hip, like that shit that I'm spittinAnd I'm on my shit, bruhTryna get advances and mansionsWhole family like MansonEating rappers like pansonThe truth, I'm the answerThe proof in the puddingReal niggas saluting, they shootingThey said we wasn't gonna do it, drop another oneWe outta heat, what the ***** you think I do this for?The big three and every day it's like I *****in' ballProtect your neck and guard your grill, manWall off the, yeah I'm synced that means my shit is awesomeNever cared though so *****, ***** your opinionSmoke another bowl while I'm laughing at you criticsAin't shit change, just the numbers on the caneGot them 47's, eight.9 Glocks, mac-11'sThirty eight.38's, do you get the message?[Verse 2: Meech]They talking but I don't hear it***** in my fear, and ***** the other rappers you comparingThis shit hip with fear and any nigga you think can't even come near itThese niggas finicky, they think we gimmicky cause at first our shit was a bangerAnd we even traded the industry, it's funny cause eventuallyThey understand I'm not a mere man, more like an entityComes from a different fiber, generate radiant energyMyself in five years, that's the only one ahead of meI'm from the McCabe, New York, New YorkNamed it twice, cause we *****ing [?]Zombie game, walking dead, no man aliveCan't ***** with thee, ya'll niggas got some nerveWithin the week with a Hinduism yours [?]Nigga you ain't learn, I'll make you bite the curbGet it? Learning curb, amazing with these wordsAlready got mine, but nigga I'm taking yoursGrowing pains, I never feltShit I been numb since I was young, the chosen oneDeborah's only son [?], 1980, Nancy gave birth to a loaded gunI know I'm blunt, speaking of blunt, I roll it up and smoke itSome say the proof is in books, some say the proof it is hiddenI bet Eminem and a reverend will tell you proof is in heavenLife's a matter of preference, who's to say that hell isn't heaven?Annually, I dwell in thought darker than the other side of the spectrumDamn, Arc, give me a second, I'm never second, ***** it, we're never stressing
