Video The Odyssey de Flatbush Zombies 2024 Rap Lyrics

Flatbush Zombies - The Odyssey Lyrics

5, 4, 3, 2, 1
In a world full of haters stands
A single group who clearly separate
Themselves from the rest
These 3 men scale the ends of the earth
Searching for truth and triumph
Meechy darko, zombie juice
And erick the architect
These are the flatbush zombies
And this is 3001: a laced odyssey

Why I feel like the past
Is catching up to my ass
Why I feel like the past
Is catching up to my ass
Why I feel like the past
Is catching up to my ass
Every day, me and mary jane
Why I feel like the past
Is catching up to my ass
Why I feel like the past
Is catching up to my ass
Why I feel like the past
Is catching up to my ass
Every day, me and mary jane

Every day, live it like it's it for me
Black on black in time
With my roots this is my ghetto symphony
Shout out to my fam and my homies
We making history
Never had a degree
But the streets made me a sicker breed
Every day another drug
Experimental in my mental
Had to tone it down
I c-couldn't see without my liquid liquid
Had to learn how to balance life man
I can't fucking stand it
Court fees, bought pleas
Nigga where's your fucking manners
How you hatin' on us
But claim the king of ny?
These niggas ain't fit to be the king
Go ask jadakiss why
I'm in the lobby right now, 16: 55
I got a bitch like cardi b
Bet that ass sittin' nice
Don't gotta go to south bronx
To get your furious five
40 Ounce of malt liquor
Joint stuffed with the pie
Boss nigga, best nigga
Let y'all do deciding
Hot spitter, dead niggas
Man we been through the wire
Somebody call 'em up
And let 'em know I been doin' it
You're not that inventive
With that coloured hair you're losing it
Imma everyday struggle 'til I get to the top
I study em, big, tech n9ne, 2pac
Come to my crib unannounced
I got a big t-tech to pop
I dumped 9 missing bodies
In the f-fucking car lot
And when I'm mad, I get green like the hulk
Til my brain goes pop
And then them veins go po-po-po-pow

Introducing the jamie hewlett of rapper music
Influenced by stanley kubrick
Exclusive for all my hooligans
Oh, we just recruit again
I can take your prestige
Peculiar with my beats
Like juice would be with his weed
Apostle like meechy darko
Watch ellington dj (these)
If triple a could record again
Zion may be a (beast)
I promised y'all josh
Would hold it down, discipline when I (beef)
Disgruntled with all this fronto
Tell trav to chill with the leaf
My parents should know I love 'em
My momma locked in the grief
I finished this album up
But she barely able to speak
I uncle to everyone
I put that on my future (please)
The sooner you see the picture
You defecate on belief
Living peaceful with keys
Messiah with ganja trees
My confidence out the roof
And that done help me believe
Inglorious with them keys
No snortin I can't agree
Living life like a king
And there's somethin' I'd rather be

Silence as the semi's
Shooting sideways at your siblings
Excuse me for the sibilance
Beginners study and listen
My only mission is to burn
In hell and not in prison
That's why I'm spitting shit
That make Jesus question religion
This fan told me her parents said
I sound like the devil
To me I sound like a poor black kid
From the ghetto
Hello, my health declining
I'm losing my mind my life's the shining
Don't know why I love violence
The sight of blood is so exciting
Grip the pistol, coke off a nipple
My brain fried, my memory sizzled
My hood is vicious, don't get it twisted
They hog tied my grandmama
And whipped my grandpa with pistols
That's a fact, og reefer hash wax
Motherfuck your platinum plaque
Snakes eat rats
My cellie keep ringing ringing
Think they got my phone tapped
Acid trips like activists on actavis
Never pacifist
Pass the spliff
Immaculate this is the return of count racula
Nothing scare me
I think my real mother is bloody mary
I met virgin mary and popped her cherry
My vision exquisite I see you clearly
I'm a mix, manson greatest hits
With a hint of 2pacalypse
And I feed my dog gun powder
Carve crucifx on hollow tips
I do not exist
All this weed why I need a therapist
Bitch, I'm a mix, manson greatest hits
With a hint of 2pacalypse
And I feed my dog gun powder
Carve crucifx on hollow tips
I do not exist
All this weed why I need a therapist

Why I feel like the past
Is catching up to my ass
Why I feel like the past
Is catching up to my ass
Why I feel like the past
Is catching up to my ass
Every day, me and mary jane
Why I feel like the past
Is catching up to my ass
Why I feel like the past
Is catching up to my ass
Why I feel like the past
Is catching up to my ass
Every day, me and mary jane