ZOMBIES Lyrics

(They're coming to get you, Barbara)

(Stop it! You're ignorant!)

(They're coming for you, Barbara)

(Stop it! You're acting like a child!)

(They're coming for you!

Look! There comes one of them now!)

Yeah

We sick of zombies

Viral and frothing

Like they hardly got a brain

Probably got a lobotomy

When they hear a verse I spit

They callin' it gaudy

But I don't carry purse or scrip

They can't comprehend godly

I am a Bugatti incarnated in a body

I put quality and class

In my poverty and raps, that facts

And that's why I'm gassed up last

That's the problem bein' fast

Ain't no man can see the Flash

A craft unseen

It's speeding beyond your dreams

No I can't fall asleep

Too wicked when wrestin' beats

Now your fantasy

Is wishing you ran the streets

If ain't a fan of me

Then forget your gasoline

'Cause I'm making my own petrol

Never slow, and I won't settle

For no sell-out label

Devils may cry

When they get leveled

C'mon, this is my game

I kill it, no auto-aim

I'm pwnin' noobs

I'm ownin' you

And all I do

Is speak my mind in rhymes

I may be from the 80's

Sending nothin but facts (fax)

(La-di-da-di)

I may be outta Hades

How I burn mumble raps

I'm out here doin' the dopest

You're down there doin' the dope, yeah

Articulation your crypt tonight

Puffed up on mirrors and smokin'

Now you say that you're GOATed?

I say that you're ghosted

They'll never remember your verse:

You never wrote it

Why you acting like a medium?

That's why your lines are so mid

Xylazine up in ya cranium?

'Cause you rappers make no sense

In good lyrics, lost taste in 'em

Hip hop has gotten Covid

Time for gods to come save ya from hell

I told ya: I'm Chosen

While you're roamin', I'm Roman

And Greek: the Sun

And you know this

That Apollo don't follow no body

I make my own trends

Said, you're roamin', I'm Roman

And Greek: the Sun

And you know this

That Apollo don't follow no body

I make my own trends

Yeah, my gravity's insanity

And you can't even stand or speak

Now the apocalypse callin' myth

Straight out from ukiyoe

You all overuse autotune

'Cause you're skilless and tone deaf

And so you should fear the reaper

Death on your doorstep

Dig you six feet down deeper

You're out of your depth

Looks like you're dead by daylight:

Aelios, Cred.

I gotta put on my ruthless

If I'mma gonna do this

Burn, drown the hubris of useless

People, I don't need your two cents

Braggin' 'bout goin' stupid

Whatcha doin'?

Bringin' Old Skool on these fools and

Fuse it into new then

Form a seamless tapestry

To make my myth in music

No loose ends

But you made a mistake

And ya breaking the bank

Just to fill up ya tank

Tryna catch up to me

Tryna capture the great

But you can't levitate

To the heavenly gates

Yeah, but Hades awaits

Deep in ya grave

Tryna reanimate

But your beat ain't awake

So the blind lead the blind

And you can't even bake

But yourself into waste

Now whatcha gonna do about that, mate?

Oh, two words together

And now you think you can rhyme?

Paid for two girls together

And now you think that you grind?

Your lines never were clever

I doubt you comprehend mine

君、馬の耳に念仏、そうじゃない？

Would you know the divine?

Right here

Use your eyes

Right now

Everybody see the Crown?

To the ground!

Now bow!

Sound the trump for the war next door

So you better come to me

Aelios has more in store

Check the lore: Apollo against the swarm

I'm sworn to the fight

And the sword and the might

I'm adorned in the light

I was born here to write

I'm a spitter, do it better

Than a corpse of the night

Said I'm sworn to the fight

And the sword and the might

I'm adorned in the light

I was born here to write

You're a corpse of the night

Not a thought in your mind

I'm a spitter, do it better

And if you'd beg to differ

Then beg