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Looptroop - Zombies lyrics
Die! Ah... Zombies! [DJ EmBee scratching in the background] Verse 1: Yo in the rear, let me tell you how I feel Record companies seem 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 consequences I'll give you yours, if you give me mines But if you give me shit, then I'll step it no time Cause I got no time, to waste on BI If the BI is 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 "happy-meal record deal" I'd rather steal, take your whole shit You never gave me none 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 let them shop they record-deal, see if I'm interested Cause the time's dead, when we stood around With our ass 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 sign Refrain 2x: Yo kid, rewind (ah, ah) Listen to the shit again Next time you might comprehend in the message I send 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 (yo) -A Zombie. Verse 2: I whisch (?) styles that I control like the 'Break-crew' Cause when we breakthrough We're not controlled 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 liars, represent can never buy us Zombies for hire, occasional hit-makers Resurrected; expected to collect papers Wake up, it's your relation (ah, ah) built on loyalty And what about self-respect and royalties? (What?) Divious G's, forever independent MC's As long as the industry is still filled with friend enemies You got yourself a deal, but good luck But since the honesty is the best policy, -Ha you suck! While me and mines be legendary like swab and Don D You be a walking dead -A Zombie. Refrain 2x: Yo kid, rewind (ah, ah) Listen to the shit again Next time you might comprehend the message I send 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. [DJ EmBee scratching in the background] Verse 3: Yo, MCs are living dead, giving head to majors But ain't no record company humping me, cause I got flavor They can't con 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 barrier: two turntables... ...and a microphone, the forces of he darkness in the danger zone Cause ugh, LoopTroop represent the sun So when you' nosferatus, we desperados with guns, and torpedos Blowing up blood sucking (ah) mosquitoes, and reload To kill super egos 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 creative control Of your product, before you cremated your soul Got packed like corned beef, marked it in and sold (whoa) Refrain 2x: Yo kid, rewind (ah, ah) Listen to the shit again Next time you might comprehend the message I send 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. Whoa, whoa, a zombie [DJ EmBee scratching in the background |
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