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Artist: LoopTroop 
Album: Modern day city symphony 
Sång:  Zombies 
Author:  http://www.geocities.com/Caliber_tha_Souljah 
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Die! 
Ah... Zombies! 
  
(***DJ EmBee scratchar i bakgrunden***) 
  
Verse 1: 
Yo, on the rare, 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 yours 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 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 
  
(Refräng 2x): 
Yo kid, rewind (ah, ah) 
Listen to the shit again 
Next time you might comprehend in 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. 
  
Vers 2: 
yo, I whisch 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?) 
Diviest G'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 swab and Don D 
You be a walking dead -A Zombie. 
  
Refräng 2x: 
Yo kid, rewind (ah, ah) 
Listen to the shit again 
Next time you might comprehend 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. 
  
(***DJ EmBee scratchar i bakgrunden***) 
  
Vers 3: 
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 ????????????, 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) 
  
Refräng 2x: 
Yo kid, rewind (ah, ah) 
Listen to the shit again 
Next time you might comprehend 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. 
  
Whoa, whoa, a zombie 
  
(***DJ EmBee scratchar i bakgrunden***) 


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