Blacktivist Lyrics - Flatbush Zombies

Black activists on actavis 

A whole sheet of LSD but that ain't for the mattress 

Ask ya bitch, my stroke is immaculate 

A sinner and saint, I'm flashy as an acid trip 

Just me and a rusty burner 

Ah, ah, ah, shout out to Shmurda 

Shout out to Rowdy, my mind is cloudy 

Stay with iron around me like Robert Downey 

Don't you doubt me, King like LeBron watch me switch my mouthpiece 

Running through knots 

Couple karats in my mouth like "What's up, Doc?" 

I be talking to my 9 like "What's up, Glock?" 

I flirt with death, drugs heighten' my paranoia 

But that's what the, acid taught us 

You got a better chance doing laps in pirhanna waters 

Hide your daughters, join a cult, let's have an orgy 

My biography is gory 

My life like American Horror Story 

Still not the father, that's word to Maury 

Revolver ring six times like Robert Horry (and one!) 

Second amendment, nigga, grab your gun 

Invest in a vest when you're from those slums 

LSD amazing, sour kush fragrance 

Somebody tell Uncle Sam I want my reparation 

40 acres and a pearl white slave bitch 

If that offends your race, bitch, well I'll give you a facelift 

You run away from your problems, batty boy, then you gon face this 

Lord knows I wanna erase him 

Take him to a level of darkness he ain't been 

Remove the safety, can I end up in the state pen with some statements 

Hard time behind these bars, working the grave shift 

Motherfucker we made it, ain't it amazin'? 

Nigga I had to suffer for this, lost every lover for this 

Every night I argue with my mother for this 

Acid was an escape, not a way to the bank 

Not a phase, not a trend, it was the means to my ends 

I don't need no friends 

All I need is this gat, all I need is this Henn 

All I need is this pad, all I need is this pen, motherfucker 

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Recognize genius, still the same motive 

No I'm not bogus, everybody taking notice 

Just me and my opponents 

Fuck the cops, they a bunch of cronies 

Just save a little weed for the morning 

This is the environment we raised in 

When you try to break out but you're caged in 

Smoking hella weed, this my motivation 

Zombies doing numbers, I promised a combination 

This is for the music, fill it with the hatred 

But only real niggas know how good to make it 

I been a fan of rap before I was a fan of being black 

Now I'm famous, got family, no fantasy in that 

My niggas ain't scared to deploy 

When destroyed off the cannabinoid 

I'm out-of-body like I'm Enter the Void 

In first class, God loving your boy 

My employees got hella report but now enjoying the allure of it 

Damn, why are we so sure of it? 

Even when you make mistakes, man they all love it 

The allure of it, why are we so sure of it? 

Even when you make mistakes, man they all love it 

Photos 

Remorting the things, question all that remains 

Who was living before with clean water to drink 

We avoided to think 

But this a nation of lost souls 

So I'll meet you at the crossroads 

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Rest in peace Steezy, rest in peace Stevie 

Put the cup down, y'all niggas still tryna be he? 

No disrespect but I know some of y'all influenced by hip-hop, you take the shit too 

far 

No brains man, just a slight change of plans 

Use a mic to rule, I rock, I choose to stand 

No cause ya flaws 

We the truth, that's all 

You can rap all you want with no message involved 

I'll be out in the grass meditate in Nepal 

I pray to God, God hear me or the devil I call 

I swear I said it before, y'all ain't ready for war 

Misjudged or misguided, not an ounce of a quitter 

Nah! True survivor, niggas do drugs but your mind still basic 

Psychedelics wasted, time can't save you 

Cop killa if you wanna come up in my face with that nonsense 

Go Thrilla like Mike Jack, bodega be that nigga 

been in a straight jacket 

Let my mind think backward 

Roll a backwood pack it before I blow this mac 

And let this whole clip pack em ask a question like 

How we grew up in the system filled with hate and oppression 

And where we going when our pops and moms would left? 

I'm still smoking in the hood on the project steps 

But my money longer than a fucking ostrich neck, nigga