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Flatbush Zombies

R.I.P.C.D.

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Hip-Hop

R.I.P.C.D.은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2016년 3월 11일일에 Glorious Dead Recordings에서 발매되었습니다.3001: A Laced Odyssey

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앨범3001: A Laced Odyssey

발매일2016년 3월 11일

라벨Glorious Dead Recordings

LanguageEnglish

멜로디에 강한 음악

어쿠스틱 악기 중심

발랑스

춤추기 좋은 음악

에너지

BPM78

개요

가사

크레딧

실연 아티스트

Erick the Architect

Erick the Architect

보컬

Meechy Darko

보컬

Zombie Juice

보컬

작곡 및 작사

Antonio Lewis

작사가 겸 작곡가

Demetri Simms

작사가 겸 작곡가

Erick Elliott

작사가 겸 작곡가

프로덕션 및 엔지니어링

Erick the Architect

Erick the Architect

프로듀서

Joel Gutman

믹싱 엔지니어

가사

[Verse 1]

The rhyme is so raw, most these rappers need a seminar

You copy the same schematics, you making the same songs

You thought that you were the only, but understand it's the physical

Artistry manifest, but no ideas original

Aw, sick as creation, no need for further analysis

Plus the beats bang prestige, giving me calluses

Ever if it's assumed, proving it all again

Selling out all the souls, never selling out who I am

Mind temper venter, chronic keep me casual

Formally introduced to a journey into the natural

The three, two zeros, then proceeded by one

Laced like your woven tennis shoes, before you go run

Danger, danger, Will Robinson

There's a crisis here, nappy ain't dirty

Raised this man, it's just a type of hair

Nightmares have just begun, there's no enticing huh

Limbs relaxed, but your music pop like a Vicodin

[Verse 2]

RIP to the CD, can't even play my hits

'Cause new computer shit without the means to play the shit

We love the boost of speed, we love the memory

It got me feeling light with nothing like we used to be

RIP to the CD, can't even play my hits

'Cause new computer shit without the means to play the shit

We love the boost of speed, we love the memory

It got me feeling light with nothing like we used to be

[Verse 3]

Smoke, smoke drip sip, sip, sip, eyes closed like I missed this

No forgiveness, just a sick bitch

'Cause I'm under construction, what is this?

Just a young ****, ready to get this

If I fall on my face, you're my witness

Feast on my blood when I leave this

Don't mention I'm certain to think that

[Verse 4]

This world is lost like a sea ship

Walking in hell with the demons

How can the heavens defeat them

Sometimes I just wanna leave them

This feeling is something I can't run

I just wanna be where I came from

I'm never gon' see where I came from

Rest in peace to the queen son

Brooklyn, baby, reborn

Trippin' up, you lukewarm

This is like a warning, Flatbush swarming, Nike shoes on

Proving them critics wrong, gettin' cream, bitch I love it

And the fans hold us down, put nothing above it

[Verse 5]

RIP to the CD, can't even play my hits

'Cause new computer shit without the means to play the shit

We love the boost of speed, we love the memory

It got me feeling light with nothing like we used to be

Used to be

[Verse 6]

The wickedest, man on fire, the new Richard Pryor

The wicked lit, rubber on my dick

'Cause I don't want that Charlie Sheen shit

Please don't say you're the highest, until you met your highness

I just, want the head like Isis

Fuck her so precise, her pussy gushing like a geyser

I'm Michael Myers with these grip pliers

Took off your eyelids

I sit in silence, speakin' tongues and burnt Bibles

So open letter to all of my rivals, you will not vanquish my titles

My semi-automatic will splatter a **** like Jackson Pollack

Deranged since birth, I was conceived in an insane asylum

I solemnly swear this evening to refrain from the violence

Young and wildin', psilocybin still my style is

LSD drops in my iris, tire mark, police sirens

No guidance, the belly of the beast is where I reside in

Grimy and vibrant like Busta Rhymes in the early 90's

Click boom, your head blew like you play for the Giants

Lyrical tyrant, the way I be rhyming

I deserve all of the Pulitzer prizes

My pistol be hiding, I pull it surprise 'em

My voice can be hypnotizing

Every verse I deliver be vivid and visually striking

Been the highest since I arrived, and the climate is rising

It's 'bout to get violent, cover your eyes and

Take this lyrical dose at the Dr. Meechy Dark prescribed ya

I slide inside her, I love her tight vagina no E-Z Wider

Back to this cypher, I got chronic to light up, pass me the lighter

[Verse 7]

RIP to the CD, can't even play my hits

'Cause new computer shit without the means to play the shit

We love the boost of speed, we love the memory

It got me feeling light with nothing like we used to be

Used to be, used to be, used to be

Written by: Flatbush Zombies

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