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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 infamy 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 bound this 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 Shady guess 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 Letras de canciones40 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-tato pie Hopped up 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 pre-(STIGE) Peculiar with my Bs like Juice would be with his (Z) Apostle like Meechy Darko, watch Ellington DJ (these) If triple A could record again, Zion may be a (beast) I promised y'all (?) would hold it down, discipline when I (beef) Disgruntled with all this frontal, 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 boy (leave) 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 is the semi shooter s'always hit your siblings Excuse me for the siblings 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 deshining 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 Mother fucker, black on black, snakes eat rats My Stanley keep ringing ringing, think they got my phone tapped Acid just like actavis 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 mixed message 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 mixed message 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 From Letras Mania