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ALBUMQuentin Tarantino - SingleRZA & Flatbush Zombies

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
RZA
RZA
Performer
Flatbush Zombies
Flatbush Zombies
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Dimitri Simms
Dimitri Simms
Lyrics
Antonio Lewis
Antonio Lewis
Lyrics
Erick Elliott
Erick Elliott
Lyrics
Paul Huston
Paul Huston
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Producer
Paul Huston
Paul Huston
Producer
Erick the Architect
Erick the Architect
Producer
Joseph Colmenero
Joseph Colmenero
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

He walks the streets at night His shadow follows him in the moonlight He only travels at night And he hides during the daylight Once upon a time, before my skin color was a crime So sublime, read through these Akashic lines So many blessings, I'm in my four corner room Starin' at candles, yeah, feelin' like I'm dancin' in the moonlight I wear these sunglasses at night, aura too bright Triumphant from dusk 'til dawn, always hustlin' nigga The evolution will be digitized Bobby, hit 'em with rhythm, linguistics that hypnotize The image so vivid, baby, check out my gravity They way I be livin', just tryna get more clarity Who killed Bill? They shot Kennedy Malcolm layin' dead like, how they gon' level the playin' field? Inglorious all cap, vicarious, live through me They hateful, envious, but they schemin' won't get to we Been smokin', got cotton mouth, ash in my dungarees Been smokin', got cotton mouth, ash in my dungarees Don't let this sin wear you out in the city of gods Speak from the heart, lead with action, had a frivolous thought Bismillah, peace to my Umi, my grandfather, he live through me In the night, sometimes I feel like it's voices talkin' to me Connected to a higher power, they couldn't find me like Assata Weh dem a do like Mavado, and I'ma shoot if I gotta, bow Yo, what the fuck's up in that briefcase? Yo, what the fuck's up in that briefcase? Wait, what the fuck's up in that briefcase? Yo, what the fuck's up in that briefcase? Grindhouse, we slaughter refined amounts How could we be this hateful? It's only eight of us now Bro, RZA slid me this blade, system's takin' us out They killin' us all, but we endure, Reservoir Dog I'm Mr. Orange, so since we sparrin', I put my all in Your whip be stallin', unchained, unhandled, Django is dormant They pat me down, nigga, you don't know? You better ask around It's been half an hour, blast the sound, where's Jackie Brown? They happy now, in staccato, cut the convo, desperado We need to switch the toggle, this an album like a bible My arrival like, this a sermon, been determined Read the verbiage, we deserve it Yearnin' for them diamonds, yellow light, Uma Thurman Load the burners, smokin' herbs and see my earnings And we just hit the Wu to re-confirm we need your service, nigga (Ayo, do the knowledge, son) (I want you to go out there and chop their heads off) (Let 'em know what it be, bong) I'm walking on deaf ears, I swear they hear me somehow They speak to me in this vision, I see them floating around I thought I was proof of death, my death prove majestic Known to especially investigate, we check this method Unnecessarily they still request it, I still respect it It's all subjective, they can't relinquish my effervescence It's just my blessings, procure this message Ego is stretching, listen to every single suggestion It's sin in my city, regime, link the Wu, we redeem May we move with prestige, you ain't rude as it seems They on the lease, I'm dragon, they maltese Don't envy the fear of man, they mute when the God speaks Peace Yo, what the fuck's up in that briefcase? Yo, what the fuck's up in that briefcase? Wait, what the fuck's up in that briefcase? Yo, what the fuck's up in that briefcase? The moth has no idea that the fire's gonna burn him But the person, the person know that bullets they be hurting Meechy Tarantino, but I used to shoot like Kubrick, baby Get a hateful eight, my barrels full, I do not do the clips The Grindhouse, the trap spot One time, I seen my bro break down crack rock With his lap shot, Jackie Brown, gats be 'round I pray police don't pat me down or badger me Please, don't let that badge lead to blam-blam, casualty, casualty Let's move on before we find one of your dogs in a reservoir A legend, I am death proof, flesh made of Teflon Desperado, dancing in gunfire with my weapon My true romance is bloodshed and Armageddon New York City nigga, yellow coupe, black stripes Might just Kill Bill these niggas, cut 'em to pieces Hasta la vista, can't rebuild these niggas From dusk to dawn, my heart froze Never feel these niggas, never feel these niggas He walks the streets at night His shadow follows him in the moonlight He only travels at night And he hides during the daylight
Writer(s): Robert Diggs, Demetri Simms, Erick Elliott, Antonio Lewis, Paul E Huston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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