"BLK ZMBY" lyrics
(feat. Steel Tipped Dove)
The person you are talking to is a very experienced person (Hahaha)
There are not many things in the world that I don't know
You're very crazy
Staggerin' post-colonial African zombie state chase the people into the waves
Watch every ship and raft 'til they disappear
Whether it make it or watery grave, hey, who's to say?
Right away, zombies start goin' all crazy
They whole gait changed like Söze
Walking dead, no way, brother
The uninterred hopped in Range's rover
You already know that chauffeur gold Mercedes is a go
Bitter harvest, whether House Atreides or Harkonnens, that oil gotta flow
Zombies go home to platters of prawn and escargot
Moët Chandon bottles bust against the bows of boat
Zombies fuckin' on hoes, hoes is zombies too, though
New mothers struggle while the zombies suckle like baby goats
Newborns in the bush, heads stove in with stones
Sahel to savanna, zombies roam in Ferragamo and Comme des Garçons
Now that you're gone, the cities are quiet, boy, the slums are calm
Universities empty, the troublemakers is drowned or drivin' Uber overseas
The zombies chuckle at they computers, French doors open to the breeze
Swollen feet stuffed in loafers ride on the wind
Wrap money in the cushions of the sofa
Ceiling fan spins slower
Pan-African money folder, Arab money, Jew money
Keep new money somewhere sunny, it can't get frozen
Chinese funding, but keep everything in USD 'cause we really know them
We really know them
Really know them
You should know that I know what I'm doing (Zombie, zombie)
So you are accountable? (Zombie)
I'm not accountable, but I know what I'm doing (Zombie, zombie)
Because I cannot be accountable for what I didn't (Zombie)
I'm not the one who started the violence (Zombie, zombie)
But I'm the one who defeated the violence (Zombie)
But the system automatically defeated it (Zombie, zombie, zombie)
Because it is not a dictatorial state (Zombie)
It's not an Egypt, it's not a Sudan, it's not a Libya
There are not many things in the world that I don't know
You're very crazy
Staggerin' post-colonial African zombie state chase the people into the waves
Watch every ship and raft 'til they disappear
Whether it make it or watery grave, hey, who's to say?
Right away, zombies start goin' all crazy
They whole gait changed like Söze
Walking dead, no way, brother
The uninterred hopped in Range's rover
You already know that chauffeur gold Mercedes is a go
Bitter harvest, whether House Atreides or Harkonnens, that oil gotta flow
Zombies go home to platters of prawn and escargot
Moët Chandon bottles bust against the bows of boat
Zombies fuckin' on hoes, hoes is zombies too, though
New mothers struggle while the zombies suckle like baby goats
Newborns in the bush, heads stove in with stones
Sahel to savanna, zombies roam in Ferragamo and Comme des Garçons
Now that you're gone, the cities are quiet, boy, the slums are calm
Universities empty, the troublemakers is drowned or drivin' Uber overseas
The zombies chuckle at they computers, French doors open to the breeze
Swollen feet stuffed in loafers ride on the wind
Wrap money in the cushions of the sofa
Ceiling fan spins slower
Pan-African money folder, Arab money, Jew money
Keep new money somewhere sunny, it can't get frozen
Chinese funding, but keep everything in USD 'cause we really know them
We really know them
Really know them
You should know that I know what I'm doing (Zombie, zombie)
So you are accountable? (Zombie)
I'm not accountable, but I know what I'm doing (Zombie, zombie)
Because I cannot be accountable for what I didn't (Zombie)
I'm not the one who started the violence (Zombie, zombie)
But I'm the one who defeated the violence (Zombie)
But the system automatically defeated it (Zombie, zombie, zombie)
Because it is not a dictatorial state (Zombie)
It's not an Egypt, it's not a Sudan, it's not a Libya
