Flatbush Zombies - Modern Mayhem lyrics

Ft: Trash Talk Produced By: Garrett Stevenson [Verse 1: Zombie Juice] Feeling hotter than summer days Higher than sun rays Ain't religious but we k** every Sunday Thug waffles out in Belgium next Monday I tell my homies just how it is You don't want to be like me, dog [?] Look inside yourself, be more [?] Never set yourself short, always follow your goals Always get it in gold [?] Look out the window, inhale the good [?] Step out the front door and make yourself work Can't ride no coat tails My tag white as hell This the new era Legends, this the real First CD, D-R-U-G Said it all [?] D-E-A-D [?] I let my mind be free, flowing with this pen I let my mind be free, flowing with this pen [Hook: Meechy Darko] Take a look in the mirror, tell me what do you see Need to open your eyes, talkin' 'bout all three My homies stay on the grind and we all gon' eat But touch mine and in due time it'll be World War 3 [Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott] [?] We lose touch, we part ways I'm torn, my soul's worn, my heart aches Next time I get mine I got paid And I pay who? Cause in truth we all slaves With organized minds interrogating the police Then I soon discovered there's no cover when you go to sleep Nah homie, only running these [?] Only an architect, just painting pictures exact My sonic's on point like Gary Payton Persistence and patience have took me further than sittin' and waitin' Made music in my basement Not used to rhyming basic [?] so I could tell my mom I made it Roaches on my mattress and my tv set We got to hide the scent so light the cigarette [?] Let the trash talk like the beat I'm rhyming after [Hook]