Flatbush Zombies - Proxies Lyrics
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    Proxies

    [Intro]
    Hahahahah!
    I want my five dollars

    [Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott]
    Most people would kill to have the problems I have here
    How good was my last year? I still get harassed here
    Don't stir up, this gas near, a few of us last here
    I'm still on my black hoodie shit, the syndicate
    To chase another million air, watch you play musical chairs
    Like who music compares? The Zombies kickin' the snares
    They say it's a dub, you sold the troub', nigga, what's good?
    I'm never intimidated, the Sonics like Gary Paton, the glove
    You my blood, Flatbush raised me and such
    And bill money, gettin' niggas, they ain't makin' enough
    Even though I wasn't rich, I never made it a crutch
    I'd rather die a broke man than be rich and pompous
    Sloppy with your focus, we hang rosaries for your lack of trust
    Start ball, shot's too good for you to pass it up
    Informers, they zoom in, scope the situation
    I just plug my iPhone in, forget the litigations

    [Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott]
    I don't believe in non-believers
    I don't hear or speak evil either, this the institution of the leaders
    Conspire retribution for our freedom
    We squeeze guns, unleashin' holy war on the people
    I don't believe in non-believers
    I don't hear or speak evil neither, this the institution of the leaders
    Conspire retribution for our freedom
    We squeeze guns, unleashin' holy war on the people

    [Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott]
    When it's permanent, they show their nervousness, dog
    This when you serve your sermon with salt, petty, dog
    I told you already how I got my mind made up
    Switchin' foreigns like customs, so when I drive the lay up
    Picture me fallin' victim, man, I gotta stay up
    No trickery with my Benjamins, you gotta pay up, say what?
    My identity, lost in the matrix with this trinity
    Architect on the set, we was on the TV screen
    Got the check, got the rep, then I changed the scenery
    Spent some days in Paris just to peril in my queen and me
    Butterfly charms, that's a honor what they mean to me
    I just wanna see the same things that my idols see
    Wait to see the god in me, I done told the Odyssey
    40 for the thing that be playin' when I'm rhymin', B
    I done post things, I fly planes all account of me
    Just another day, gettin' paid when you count on me

    [Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott]
    I don't believe in non-believers
    I don't hear or speak evil either, this the institution of the leaders
    Conspire retribution for our freedom
    We squeeze guns, unleashin' holy war on the people
    I don't believe in non-believers
    I don't hear or speak evil neither, this the institution of the leaders
    Conspire retribution for our freedom
    We squeeze guns, unleashin' holy war on the people
    I don't believe in non-believers
    I don't hear or speak evil either, this the institution of the leaders
    Conspire retribution for our freedom
    We squeeze guns, unleashin' holy war on the people
    I don't believe in non-believers
    I don't hear or speak evil neither, this the institution of the leaders
    Conspire retribution for our freedom
    We squeeze guns, unleashin' holy war on the people

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