Regular and Complex (GNB) - Flatbush Zombies: 노래 가사, 뮤직 비디오 및 콘서트

Flatbush Zombies

Regular and Complex (GNB)

19,357

Hip-Hop/Rap

Regular and Complex (GNB)은(는) 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2013년 12월 16일일에 Glorious Dead Recordings에서 발매되었습니다.BetterOffDead

곡 정보

앨범BetterOffDead

발매일2013년 12월 16일

라벨Glorious Dead Recordings

멜로디에 강한 음악

어쿠스틱 악기 중심

발랑스

춤추기 좋은 음악

에너지

BPM86

개요

가사

뮤직 비디오

뮤직 비디오

크레딧

실연 아티스트

Flatbush Zombies

Flatbush Zombies

실연자

Jerome Flood

드럼

프로덕션 및 엔지니어링

Bruce Templeton

Bruce Templeton

마스터링 엔지니어

Erick the Architect

Erick the Architect

프로듀서

Leon Kelly

믹싱 엔지니어

Nick Hook

믹싱 엔지니어

Tyler Dopps

믹싱 엔지니어

가사

[Verse 1]

Welcome to my world

Visions like my mind on a thin wire

Struggle but I'm here

Still high like it's no fear

Tip toe like a ballerina

You can't see me, John Cena

Play my cards with a poker face

Sometimes I feel like the only race

Racing, speeding, still hungry like I ain't eating

Call it even, a spade a spade

Some want the hoes, but I live in the shade

Palm trees, fronto, Bob Marley, I'm the dutch master

I'll box you, boy, like Cassius

Put 'em in a casket like the Taker

21-and-0 on you haters, twenty-one O's

Step up in the building, somethin' like Elvis

I'm 'bout to re-up, this here better than my last

Immortal, dog, living through all of y'all

Treat this shit like my only child, son of God

Calculate my visions, what I want is how I'm living

You might win some, but you just lost one

This beat here banging, Erick Arc, son

If you double cross, you hit the floor, Allen I-son

[Chorus]

Young, dumb motherfucker, life's guns and butter

My grandpop still make that crack rock bubble

Tell karma I love her, been a real good motherfucker

So she bless us with pussy, drugs, and money

I ride for my dogs, get high with my dogs

Real **** won't snitch, don't abide by the law

Blowing loud on the porch, Makaveli on my thoughts

How many real ****'ll be down for the cause?

[Verse 2]

Some days are made for reminiscing

Drug dealers with no product or pot to even piss in

Permission by granted God we see Allah

Molecules, minuscule, and regardless who you are

You a part of early stardom

I believe we all achieve in the eyes of martyrs, never a problem

Hearts fall apart, so I stitched mine

Quick to choke a ****, I be tryna bitch mine

Shorty sweet like clementine

I rap for the **** that make beats, but never get to shine, shine

Hey, Vinyl Blue in Green, Miles Davis CDs

I compose my sixteens before eighty-eight keys

The first time I did drugs, it was making the beats

MPC bang my head, it even haunts me in sleep

Everybody's a snake, that's why I try to keep the grass cut

See it when it coming, then I heat they ass up

[Chorus]

Young, dumb motherfucker, life's guns and butter

My grandpop still make that crack rock bubble

Tell karma I love her, been a real good motherfucker

So she bless us with pussy, drugs, and money

I ride for my dogs, get high with my dogs

Real **** won't snitch, don't abide by the law

Blowing loud on the porch, Makaveli on my thoughts

How many real ****'ll be down for the cause?

[Verse 3]

If rap was illegal, you bitch **** wouldn't even write a bar

Shit, I'd probably be behind bars

Raising the bar through these bars

I am at the bar

Taking shots of Henny, telling the bartender 'bout all of my flaws

I'm in love with hip-hop, not from the allure

I am sure, every single dog gets its day on the cross

No label telling me fables, bitch, I am my own boss

Stoned off Triple OG, watch me zone off

Supreme entity, public enemy

Energy that I'm harvesting in pursuit of the riches

I want more green than them army men figures

So much 'shrooms and acid that my thoughts are tangled and twisted like gangbanger fingers

Right before they flick on the trigger and dismantle your ligaments

Metal fragments'll hit you, so many holes in a ****

That when the wind blow, he whistles

Bet that I could read your mental

With my finger on temple

And learn the deepest, darkest secrets that your shadow will tell you

'Cause you heard that I'm a better beast and stay close to the J like I'm Emory

And if your eyes ain't bloodshot, you need to get some better weed

Screaming, what the bloodclot? Shotty in a stolen V

Follow the law? I don't even follow the lord

Flexing like I just shot up a bottle of 'roids

Sexing bad exotic chick on top of your boy

Chip on my shoulder, only if chips involved, motherfucker

[Outro]

I see you got yourself a little business going

Well, that's good, that's good, you make that paper

But when you making paper, but when you making paper you gotta learn some rules to go with it

You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter

There are two types of **** in this world, there are **** with guns and **** with butter

Now, what are guns?

The guns, that's the real estate, the stocks and bonds, artwork

You know, shit that appreciates with value

What's the butter?

Cars, clothes, jewelry, all that other bullshit that don't mean shit after you buy it

That's what it's all about, guns and butter baby

You little dumb motherfuckers

Written by: Erick the Architect, Jerome Flood, Meechy Darko, Thomas James Fec, Zombie Juice

Shazam 꼬리말

언어 선택:

회사 리소스

법적 고지

Chrome Web Store

Galaxy Store

Shazam 팔로우하기

© Copyright 2026 Apple Inc. 및 자회사 | 공급업체의 의무

Loading...