David Nakayama - The Odyssey lyrics

[Intro] 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 In a world full of haters stands a single group who clearly separate themselves from the rest. These 3 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 [Hook: Meechy Darko & Zombie Juice] Why I feel like the past is catching up to my a** Why I feel like the past is catching up to my a** Why I feel like the past is catching up to my a** Every day, me and Mary Jane Why I feel like the past is catching up to my a** Why I feel like the past is catching up to my a** Why I feel like the past is catching up to my a** Every day, me and Mary Jane [Verse 1: Zombie Juice] Every day, live it like it's it for me Black on black in time 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 f**ing stand it Court fees, bought pleas, n***a where's your f**ing manners How you hatin' on us, but claim the king of NY? These n***as ain't fit to be the king, go ask Jadakiss why I'm in the lobby right now, 16:55 I got a b**h like Cardi B, bet that a** 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 n***a, best n***a, let y'all do deciding Hot spitter, dead n***as, man we been through the wire Somebody call 'em up and let 'em know I been doin' it You're not that inventive with that coloured hair you're losing it Imma 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 9 missing bodies in the f-f**ing car lot And when I'm mad, I get green like the Hulk Til my brain goes pop and then them veins go po-po-po-pow [Verse 2: Erick the Architect] 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 beats like Juice would be with his weed Apostle like Meechy Darko, watch Ellington DJ (these) If triple A could record again, Zion may be a (beast) I promised y'all Josh 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 (please) 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 [Verse 3: Meechy Darko] 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 sh** 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 Motherf** 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 Pa** 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 greatest hits with a hint of 2Pacalypse And I feed my dog gun powder, carve crucifx on hollow tips I do not exist, all this weed why I need a therapist b**h, I'm a mix, Manson greatest hits with a hint of 2Pacalypse And I feed my dog gun powder, carve crucifx on hollow tips I do not exist, all this weed why I need a therapist [Hook: Meechy Darko & Zombie Juice] Why I feel like the past is catching up to my a** Why I feel like the past is catching up to my a** Why I feel like the past is catching up to my a** Every day, me and Mary Jane Why I feel like the past is catching up to my a** Why I feel like the past is catching up to my a** Why I feel like the past is catching up to my a** Every day, me and Mary Jane