Flatbush Zombies - Regular and Complex (GNB) Lyrics
[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]Welcome to my world, visions like my mindOn a thin wire, struggle but I'm hereStill high like it's no fear, tip toeLike a ballerina, you can't see me, John CenaPlay my cards with a poker faceSometimes I feel like the only raceRacing speeding, still hungry like I ain't eating, call it evenA spades a spade, some other hoes but I live in the shadePalm trees front Bob MarleyI'm the dutch master, I'll box you boy like CassiusPut them in a casket, like the Taker21-0 on you haters, 21 O'sStep up in the building, something like ElvisI'm bout to re-up this here better than my last, uhMortal thought, living through all of y'allTreat this shit like my only child, son of GodCalculate my visions what I want is how I'm livingYou might win some, but you just lost oneThis beat here banging, Erick Arc sonIf you double cross you hit the floor Allen I. son[Hook]Young dumb motha*****a, life's guns and butterMy grandpop still make that crack rock bubbleTell Karma I love her been a real good motha*****aSo she bless us with *****, drugs and moneyI ride for my dogs, get high with my dogsNiggas won't snitch, don't abide by the lawBlowing loud on the porch, Machievelli on my thoughtsHow many real niggas will be down for the cause?[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliot]Some days are made for reminiscingDrug dealers with no product or pot to even piss inPermission by granted god we see a lawMolecules, miniscule and regardless of who you areYou a part of early stardom, I believe we all achieveIn the eyes of martyrs, never a problemHearts fall apart so I stitched mineQuick to choke a nigga, I be tryna ***** mineShorty sweet like clementineI rap for the niggas that make beats but never get to shine, shineHey, Vinyl Blue in Green, Miles Davis CD'sI compose my sixteens before 88 keysThe first time I did drugs it was making the beatsMPC bang my head, it even haunts me in sleepEverybody's a snake, that's why I try to keep the grass cutSee it when they coming, then I heat they ass up[Hook][Verse 3: Meechy Darko]If rap was illegal you ***** niggas wouldn't even write a barShit, I'd probably be behind barsRaising the bar through these bars, I am at the barTaking shots of Henny telling the bartender about all of my flawsI'm in love with hip-hop not from the allureI am sure, every single dog is a day on the crossNo labels telling me fables, *****, I am my own bossStoned off Triple OG, watch me zone offSupreme entity, public enemy, energy that I'm harvestingIn pursuit of the riches, I want more green than them army men figuresSo much shrooms and acid that my thoughtsAre tangled and twisted like gangbanga fingersRight before they flick on the trigger and dismantle your ligmentsMetal fragments will hit you so many holes in a niggaThat when the wind blows, he whistles, bet that I could read your mentalWith my finger on temple and learn the deepestDarkest secrets that your shadow will tell youCause you heard that I'm a better beast in stickups of the jay like a memoryAnd if your eyes ain't bloodshot you need to get some better weedScreaming "What the bloodclot?" Shotty in a stolen VFollow the law? I don't even follow the lord, flexingLike I just shot up a bottle of 'roids, sexingBad exotic chick on top of ya boy, chip on my shoulderOnly if chips involved, motha*****a![Outro]I see you got yourself a little business going. Well, that's good, that's good when you make that paper but when you makin' paper you gotta learn some rules too. You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter. There's two types of niggas in this world: they're niggas with guns and niggas with butter. Now what are guns? The guns, that's the real estate. It's stocks and bonds, artwork, you know the shit you appreciate with value. What's the butter? Cars, clothes, jewelry. All that other bullshit that don't mean shit after you buy it. That is what it's all about, guns and butter baby! Lil dumb motha*****as
