[Samples:] Die! Ah... Zombies!



[Scratch:] "Bring all your zombies, I'll re-bury em"

(From High and Mighty's "Open mic night")



[Promoe]

Yo, on the rear, let me tell you how I feel

Recordcompanies seems to misunderstand the word 'deal'

That means something in it, for both parties

Not a big piece for the company, and a small one for the artist

I work the hardest, you sit on a chair

On ya fat ass, expecting me to share (What?!)

My name ain't Cher, yours ain't Sonny

That means; no love between us, only relation is money

That don't sound funny, but if that is how you want it

Be consistent, and face the consecvenses

I'll give you yours, if you give me mines

But if you give me shit, then I'll step in no time

Cause I got no time, to waste on BI

If the BI's BS I'll rather chill in the beehive, cuz

Just because I'm an up and coming, hungry MC

Don't mean I'll settle for a "happymeal-recorddeal"

I'd rather steal, take your whole shit

You never gave me nothing, so why should we split the profit? (why?)

Why should I listen to your opinion if my shit is hot or not,

When you know nothing 'bout Hip Hop?

That's why I don't shop my demos

But instead I let them shop their record-deal, see if I'm interested

Cause the time's dead, when we stood around

With the hands in our hands, asking for a helping hand

Nowadays we cut off your hand, steal your Rolex,

You still don't know the time, judging from the shit you signed



[Chorus x2:]

Yo kid, rewind (ah, ah)

Listen to the shit again

Next time you might comprehending the message I sent

Independent is not a trend,

But the only way of life

Cause I'm not really alive

If somebody else control my destiny,

Making the important choices for me

Then I'm a walking dead -A Zombie.



[Cos.m.i.c]

yo, I wish styles under control like the 'Break-crew'

Cause when we breakthrough

When I control my supervises like you

Telling you the shit you got here, is not hot

See it's as a bunch of Davids, with rocks and slingshots (pow!)

Pointed out Goliath, come on and try us

But they ain't a crew of lions, represent can never buy us

Zombies for hire, occasional hit-makers

Resurrect to the expect to collect papers

Wake up, it's your relation (ah, ah) built on loyalty

And what about self-respect and royalties? (What?)

DVSG's, forever independent MC's

As long as the industry is still filled with friend enemies

You got yourself deal, but good luck

But since the honesty is the best policy, -Ha you suck!

While me and mines be legendary like swob and Don D

You be a walking dead -A Zombie.



[Chorus x2:]

Yo kid, rewind (ah, ah)

Listen to the shit again

Next time you might cropping in the message I sent

Independent is not a dream,

But the only way of life

Cause I'm not really alive

If somebody else control my destiny,

Making the important choices for me

Then I'm a walking dead -A Zombie.



[Scratch:]

"Bring all your zombies, I'll re-bury em"

(From High and Mighty's "Open mic night")



[Promoe]

Yo, MCs are living dead, giving head to majors

But ain't no recordcompany humping me, cause I got flavor

They can't calm me, into being a zombie

As long as EmBee keeps hooking me with bomb beats

So blow up "the Vampire Snake building"

We building, on how to protect the children

From the modern day tyro bagel

To overcome Gods language buried a 'two-turntables'

And a microphone, the forces of he darkness in the danger zone

Cause ugh, LoopTroop represent the sons

So when you nosferatos, we desperados with guns, and torpedos

Blowing up blood sucking (ah) mosquitoes, and reload

To kill super eagles and libidos

Not a question of 'if', It's a question of 'when'

You and your punk friends, ain't no longer a trend

You get dropped like Jim, from your bullshit label

Now you're at home, watching bullshit cable

At your bullshit table, with your remote control

Wishing that you would have had at least remotely created control

Of your product, before you cremated your soul

Got packed like corned beef, marked it in and sold (whoa)



[Chorus x2:]

Yo kid, rewind (ah, ah)

Listen to the shit again

Next time you might cropping in the message I sent

Independent is not a dream,

But the only way of life

Cause I'm not really alive

If somebody else control my destiny,

Making the important choices for me

Then I'm a walking dead -A Zombie.



Whoa, whoa, a zombie



[Scratch:]

"Bring all your zombies, I'll re-bury em"

(From High and Mighty's "Open mic night")