R.I.P.C.D. (Explicit)

R.I.P.C.D. (Explicit) - Flatbush Zombies

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

Sick as creation no need for further analysis

Plus the beats bang prestige giving me calluses

Even if it's assumed proving it all again

Selling out all the souls never selling out who I am

Mild 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 him

Limbs relaxed but your music pop like a Vicodin

RIP to the CD can't even play my hits

Cause new computer sh*t without the means to play the sh*t

We love to boost the 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 sh*t without the means to play the sh*t

We love to boost the speed

We love the memory

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

Smoke smoke drip sip sip sip

Eyes closed like I missed this

No forgiveness just a sick b**ch

Cause I'm under destruction what is this

Just a young ni**a ready to get this

If I fall on my face you're my witness

Feast on my blood when I leave this

Didn't mention I'm starting to think that

This world is lost like a sea ship

Walking to hell with the demons

How can the heavens defeat them

Sometimes I just wanna leave 'em

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

Tripping up you lukewarm

This is like a warning Flatbush swarming Nike shoes on

Prove them critics wrong getting cream b**ch I love it

And the fans hold us down put nothing above

RIP to the CD can't even play my hits

Cause new computer sh*t without the means to play the sh*t

We love to boost the speed

We love the memory

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

Used to be

The wickedest man of fire the new Richard Pryor

The wicked lit rubber on my dick

Cause I don't want that Charlie Sheen sh*t

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

I just want the head like ISIS

F**k her so precise her p**sy gushing like a geyser

I'm Michael Myers with these grip pliers took off your eyelids

I sit in silence speaking tongues and burnt bibles

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

My semi automatic will splatter a ni**a like Jackson Pollock

Deranged since birth I was conceived in an insane asylum

I solemnly swear this evening to refrain from the violence

Young and wilding 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 eye

And take this lyrical dose Doctor Meechy Dark prescribed

I slide inside her I love her tight vagina no E Z Widers

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

RIP to the CD can't even play my hits

Cause new computer sh*t without the means to play the sh*t

We love to boost the speed

We love the memory

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

Used to be

Used to be