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The Odyssey

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

In a world full of haters stands a single group who clearly separate themselves from the rest. These 3 men scale the ends of the earth searching for truth and triumph

Meechy Darko, Zombie Juice, and Erick the Architect. These are the Flatbush Zombies and this is 3001: A Laced OdysseyWhy I feel like the past is catching up to my ass

Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass

Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass

Every day, me and Mary Jane

Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass

Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass

Why I feel like the past is catching up to my assEvery day, me and Mary Jane

Every day, live it like it's infamy

Black on black in time with my roots this is my ghetto symphony

Shout out to my fam and my homies, we making history

Never had a degree, but the streets made me a sicker breed

Every day another drug, experimental in my mental

Had to tone it down, I c-couldn't see without my liquid liquid

Had to learn how to bound this life man, I can't fucking stand it

Caught fees, bought pleas, nigga where's your fucking manners

How you hatin' on us, but claim the king of NY?

These niggas ain't fit to be the king, go ask Shady guess why

I'm in the lobby right now, 16: 55

I got a bitch like Cardi B, bet that ass sittin' nice

Don't gotta go to South Bronx to get your furious five

40 ounce of malt liquor, joint stuffed with the pie

Boss nigga, best nigga, let y'all do deciding

Hot spitter, dead niggas, man we been through the wire

Somebody call 'em up and let 'em know I been doin' it

You're not that inventive with that coloured hair you're losing it

Imma everyday struggle 'til I get to the top

I study Em, BIG, Tech N9ne, 2Pac

Come to my crib unannounced I got a big t-tato pie

Hopped up 9. missing bodies in the f-fucking car lot

And when I'm mad, I get green like the Hulk

Til my brain goes pop and then them veins go po-po-po-powIntroducing the Jamie Hewlett of rapper music

Influenced by Stanley Kubrick, exclusive for all my hooligans

Oh, we just recruit again, I can take your pre-(STIGE)

Peculiar with my Bs like Juice would be with his (Z)

Apostle like Meechy Darko, watch Ellington DJ (these)

If triple A could record again, Zion may be a (beast)

I promised y'all (?) would hold it down, discipline when I (beef)

Disgruntled with all this frontal, tell Trav to chill with the (leaf)

My parents should know I love 'em, my momma locked in the grief

I finished this album up, but she barely able to speak

I uncle to everyone I put that on my future (please)

The sooner you see the picture, you defecate on boy (leave)

Living peaceful with keys, messiah with ganja treesMy confidence out the roof, and that done help me believe

Inglorious with them keys, no snortin I can't agree

Living life like a king and there's somethin' I'd rather beSilence is the semi shooter s'always hit your siblings

Excuse me for the siblings beginners study and listen

My only mission is to burn in hell and not in prison

That's why I'm spitting shit that make Jesus question religion

This fan told me her parents said I sound like the devil

To me I sound like a poor black kid from the ghetto

Hello, my health declining I'm losing my mind my life's deshining

Don't know why I love violence, the sight of blood is so exciting

Grip the pistol, coke off a nipple

My brain fried, my memory sizzled, my hood is (?), don't get it twisted

They hog tied my grandmama and whipped my grandpa with pistols

That's a fact, OG reefer hash wax

Mother fucker, black on black, snakes eat rats

My Stanley keep ringing ringing, think they got my phone tapped

Acid just like actavis on actavis, never pacifist

Pass the spliff, immaculate this is the return of Count Racula

Nothing scare me, I think my real mother is Bloody Mary

I met Virgin Mary and popped her cherry

My vision exquisite I see you clearly

I'm a mixed message greatest hits with a hint of 2Pac

And I feed my dog gun powder, carve crucifx on hollow tipsI do not exist, all this weed why I need a therapist

Bitch, I'm a mixed message greatest hits with a hint of 2Pac

And I feed my dog gun powder, carve crucifx on hollow tips

I do not exist, all this weed why I need a therapistWhy I feel like the past is catching up to my ass

Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass

Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass

Every day, me and Mary Jane

Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass

Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass

Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass

Every day, me and Mary Jane

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