Flatbush Zombies - R.I.P.C.D. lyrics

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
Our sickest 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 shows 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
Racist 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 hit's
Cause new computers ship without the
Means to play the shit
We love the boosted speed we love the memory
It got me feeling like we're nothing
Like we used to be
RIP to the CD can't even play my hit's
Cause new computers ship without the
Means to play the shit
We love to boost the speed
We love the memory
It got me feeling like we're nothing
Like we used to be

Smoke smoke drip sip sip sip
Eyes closed like I missed this
No forgiveness, just a sick bitch
Cause I'm under destruction what is this?
Just a young nigga ready to get this
If I fall on my face, you're my witness
Feast on my blood when I leave this
Dimension 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 game son
Brooklyn baby reborn
Tripping up, you lukewarm
This is like a warning Flatbush
Swarming Nike shoes on
Prove them critics wrong getting cream
Bitch I love it and the fans hold us down
Put nothing above it
RIP to the CD can't even play my hit's
Cause new computer ship without the
Means to play the shit
We love the boosted speed we love the memory
It got me feeling like we're nothing like
We used to be used to be, used to be

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
Speak in tongues and burned Bibles
So paletted to all of my rivals
You will not vanquish my titles
My semi-automatic
Will splatter a nigga 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 stylist
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 dosage that
Doctor Meechy Dark prescribed ya
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 hit's
Cause new computers ship without the
Means to play the shit
We love the boosted speed we love the memory
It got me feeling like we're nothing like
We used to beused to be, used to be
RIP to the CD can't even play my hit's
Cause new computers ship without the
Means to play the shit
We love to boost the speed
We love the memory
It got me feeling like we're nothing
Like we used to be