The Odyssey

(Five, four, three, two, one)
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 In a world full of haters
 Stands a single group who clearly separate themselves from the rest
 These three 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 Odyssey
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 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
 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
 Every day, live it like it's it for me
 Black on black in tap 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 balance life man, I can't fucking stand it
 Court 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 Jadakiss 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 decidin'
 Hot spitter, dead niggas, man we been through the wire
 Somebody call 'em up (ring-ring) and let 'em know I been doin' it
 You're not that inventive with that coloured hair you're losing it
 On my 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-tech to pop
 I dumped nine 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 p-p-p-pow
 Introducing the Jamie Hewlett of rapper music
 Influenced by Stanley Kubrick, exclusive for all my hooligans
 Oh, we just recruit again, I can take your (prestige)
 Peculiar with my Bs like Juice would be with his (weed)
 Apostle like Meechy Darko, watch Ellington DJ (these)
 If triple A could record again, Zion may be at (peace)
 I promised Josh I would hold it down, discipline when I (beef)
 Disgruntled with all this Fronto, 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 (neice)
 The sooner you see the picture, you defecate on (belief)
 Living peaceful with keys, messiah with ganja trees
 My 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 be, nigga
 Silence as the semi's shooting sideways at your siblings
 Excuse me for the sibilance, 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 The Shining
 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 vicious, don't get it twisted
 They hog tied my grandmama and whipped my grandpa with pistols
 That's a fact, OG reefer hash wax
 Motherfuck your platinum plaque, snakes eat rats
 My cellie keep ringing ringing, think they got my phone tapped
 Acid trips like activists 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 mix, Manson's greatest hits with a hint of 2Pacalypse
 Feed my dog gun powder, carve crucifix on hollow tips
 I do not exist, all this weed why I need a therapist, bitch
 I'm a mix, Manson's greatest hits with a hint of 2Pacalypse
 Feed my dog gun powder, carve crucifix on hollow tips
 I do not exist, all this weed why I need a therapist
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 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