Flatbush Zombies

Flatbush Zombies - Amerikkkan Pie lyrics

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[Verse 1 : Meechy Darko]

I am redesigning the mind of the masses

That fear a black man with tattoos and bandanas

But when a white man with tattoos and bandanas

Joins a bike gang, it's all cool with the balance

Hate my black flesh, but you're mad that I came up

You cannot change, rearrange my chemical make-up

Pigmentation, Annunaki blood

Who just wanted to make ya astral project blood

Out of the Matrix, you fake fucks Plagurus

I make a whore drop drugs on my cranium, telepathy

Host with the most, you can't find a better beast

Better off dead, I sever off heads

Ever since I blew up niggas think I got bread

So they got their hands out, they gon' get their palms read

Red from all the bloodshed
[Hook: Meechy Darko]

Load it up my, nigga, bang bang

Cook that rock, nigga, slang 'caine

Point your finger, play the blame game

Fuck it dog, it's the American way

Get high, my nigga, maintain

Sell lies, chase fame

'Cause if they could, they would still hang

Trust me, dog, it's the American way
[Verse 2: Erick Ark Elliot]

Music our own drug, distributed through the people

Niggas'll never change unless you thinkin' you need to

We rebuild and destroy, home of the unemployed

We callin' it rap, while you callin' it noise

So evacuate your homes, radios never play my favorite song

Miss America will never be black, no use in tellin' me that


Everybody could coincide, it could never be that

Good riddance to the realest, but you gotta feel us

Gettin cash every day twistin flame Herban Phillups

Stereotype, never marry a wife

Just another block nigga making music, maybe you right

Most definently, and you questionin' me?

If the world fucked up, the exception is me

Government love guns 'til they aimed at you

Ain't no tellin' what I might do for the red, white and the blue
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Zombie Juice]

Oh shit, Oh Lord

Here we go again finna get these packs off

Repetitive sedative, got a fetish for fetishes

An American menace, I'm manifesting my businesses

Realest as realest gets, terror the terrorists

If you put your hands out I'mma crush your fingertips

Fuck Bloomberg, that man absurd

Throw him in the trunk right up on the curb

Hop out mash out leave his ass thurr

Niggas talk shit but I don't feel words

Better of dead, prepare for the worse

Been slaved since the my first day on this earth

Fuck social security... and fuck homeland security

9/11 biggest fraud in history

And all you rappers ain't goddamn shit to me

Gettin' fucked by your label

Fame-chasin' bitch, chasin', lonely ass nigga

Probably stint, you ain't gon' face it

In debt to the red, white and blue

Your government lies, so who the fuck is you?
[Hook] 


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