Zombies

[Intro] Die! Ah... Zombies! {*scratched*} Bring all your zombies, I'll re-bury em [Verse 1: Promoe] Yo, on 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 your 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's 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 in no time Cause I got no time, to waste on BI If the BI's BS I'll rather chill in the beehive, cause Just because I'm an up and coming, hungry MC Don't mean I'll settle for a "happymeal-recorddeal" I'd rather steal, take your whole shit You never gave me nothing, 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 I let them shop their record-deal, see if I'm interested Cause the time's dead, when we stood around With the hands 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 signed [Hook x2] Yo kid, rewind (ah, ah) Listen to the shit again Next time you might comprehending the message I sent 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 [Verse 2: Cos.m.i.c] Yo, I wish styles under control like the 'Break-crew' Cause when we breakthrough When I control my supervisors 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 lions, represent can never buy us Zombies for hire, occasional hit-makers Resurrected and expected to collect papers Wake up, it's your relation (ah, ah) built on loyalty And what about self-respect and royalties? (what?) DVSG's, forever independent MC's As long as the industry is still filled with friend-enemies You got yourself deal, but good luck But since the honesty is the best policy, ha you suck! While me and mines be legendary like swob and Don D You be a walking dead, a Zombie [Hook: 2x] {*scratched*} Bring all your zombies, I'll re-bury em [Verse 3: Promoe] Yo, MCs are living dead, giving head to majors But ain't no record company humping me, cause I got flavor They can't calm 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 buried a 'two-turntables' And a microphone, the forces of darkness in the danger zone Cause uh, LoopTroop represents the sons So when you nosferatos, we desperados with guns, and torpedos Blowing up blood sucking (ah) mosquitoes, and reload To kill super eagles 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, marketed and sold (whoa) [Hook: 2x] Whoa, whoa, a zombie {*scratched*} Bring all your zombies, I'll re-bury em