Zombies - Looptroop

Samples: Die! Ah... Zombies!

     Scratch: "Bring all your zombies, I'll re-bury em"
     (From High and Mighty's "Open mic night")

     [Promoe]
     Yo, on the rear, let me tell you how I feel
     Recordcompanies seems 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 ya 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 is how you want it
     Be consistent, and face the consecvenses
     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, cuz
     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

     (Chorus 2x):
     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.

     [Cos.m.i.c]
     yo, I wish styles under control like the 'Break-crew'
     Cause when we breakthrough
     When I control my supervises 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
     Resurrect to the expect 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.

     (Chorus 2x):
     Yo kid, rewind (ah, ah)
     Listen to the shit again
     Next time you might cropping in the message I sent
     Independent is not a dream,
     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.

     Scratch:
     "Bring all your zombies, I'll re-bury em"
     (From High and Mighty's "Open mic night")

     [Promoe]
     Yo, MCs are living dead, giving head to majors
     But ain't no recordcompany 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 he darkness in the danger zone
     Cause ugh, LoopTroop represent 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 created control
     Of your product, before you cremated your soul
     Got packed like corned beef, marked it in and sold (whoa)

     (Chorus 2x):
     Yo kid, rewind (ah, ah)
     Listen to the shit again
     Next time you might cropping in the message I sent
     Independent is not a dream,
     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.

     Whoa, whoa, a zombie
Artist: Looptroop
Title: Zombies