Flatbush Zombies – Nephilim Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
Why I feel like the past
Is catching up to my ass

The devil on each shoulder
No halo's on my staff
Your medula may implode
When I spit this venom in code
When I spit this venomous flow

Mind bending entity oh!
My soul glowing it's gold
My heart's dark and it's cold
My art's a part of my soul

I can't help but give yall the most
Can't help but be niggas hope

Can't help but rise through the smoke
Can't help that my dick is big
And it's in the back of her throat

Break bread and make toast
Raise glass and blow smoke
Kick ass like Bernie Mac
And mac on with these hoes
Flip packs and bust gats
And live on through these quotes
Too mentally unstable
To be fucking around with them labels

Picture me Yakkity Yak
Talking shit at these round tables
Naw son never that
Less it's millies under the table

I'm saving up every cent
Starting our own label

Serpent under the rainbow
The pot of gold ends its toll
Fallen angels they dangle
From clouds of vapor


[Hook: Meechy Darko]
Money pussy and drugs
Be the antidepressant

In pursuit of presidents
You might have to keep you a Wesson
Aim at heads of presidents
That'll make change in a second

Mother fuck your reverend
And all the lies that he telling


[Verse 2: Juice]
They say we not able
Strange but peep through different angles

Speak the truth cause what we plant
Is all seeding for the future

Probably cooler than I thought I was
Probably with a fewer

I'm hot bitch I ain't Nelly
This ain't MIMS

I'm something deadly
Petty niggas y'all ain't ready
The shit I kick is heavy
A felon, moving steady
Ungrateful bitches get stitches
And buried 6 feet in ditches

In the clouds painting pictures
Sometimes I'm feeling enormous
I'm bout to jump I'm feeling nauseous
Close your eyes for repercussions
Tried to use a gun man
But the gun jammed
Maybe if I won they'd probably get me
Strap a gun and tell them
Put one in my lung
Shoot one through my heart

Rip my tongue apart
Never again to speak this art
And I ain't got to sign a motherfucking deal
I could still fuck your girl
Off a blunt and some chew

Smoking up them hotels
Put it on my bill

Sleep till next Wednesday
Wake up to her grill
That super stanky dank
Got me high mushroom using

The event of my demise
I'm laughing at you rap gods spitting lies

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