R.I.P.C.D. chords and lyrics - FLATBUSH ZOMBIES

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[Intro 1]
[D]

[Verse 1]
The rhyme is so [D]raw,
most these rapper[Bbaug]s need a seminar[D]
You copy the same schematics, you making
the same songs
You thought [Bbaug]that you were the only,
but understand it's the [D]physical
[Bbaug]Artistry mani[D]fest,
[Bbaug]but no ideas original
Sick as creation no need
for further analysis
Plus the beats bang prestige
giving me calluses
Even if it's [Bb]as sumed,
[Bbaug]prov ing it all agai[D]n
[Bb]Selling out all the [D]souls
never selling out who I am
Mild temper venter,
chronic keep me casual
Formally introduced to a journey
into the natural
The three, two zeros then
proceeded by one
Laced [Bbaug]like your woven tenn[D]is
shoes be[Bbaug]fore you go run
Danger danger, Will Robinson
[D]There's a crisis here,
[Bbaug]nappy ain't dir[D]ty
Raised [Abdim]this man it's just a
[Bbaug]type of hair
Nightmares have [D]just begun,
there's no enticing him
Limbs relaxed,

[Verse 2]
but your music pop like a Vicodin
[Bb]R.I.P. to the [D]cd can't even
play my hits
'Cause new computer shit without
the means to play the shit
We love to [Bb]boost the speed
[D]We love the memory
It got me feeling light with nothing
like we used to be
R.I.P. to the cd can't even
play [Bbaug]my hits
[D]'Cause new computer shit without
the means to play the shit
We love to [Bbaug]boost the speed
[D]We love the memory
It got me feeling light with nothing

[Verse 3]
like we used to be
[D]Smoke smoke drip sip sip sip
Eyes closed like I missed this
No forgiveness, just a sick bitch
'Cause I'm under destruction
what is this?
Just a young nigga ready to get this
If I fall on my face, you're my
witness
Feast on my blood when I leave this
Didn't mention I'm starting to think that
This world is lost like a sea ship
Walking to Hell with the demons
How can the heavens defeat
them?
Sometimes I just wanna,
leave 'em
This feeling is something, I [Bbaug]can 't run
[D]I just wanna be where I came from
I'm [Bbaug]never gon' see where I [D]came from
Rest in peace to the queen son
[Bbaug]Brooklyn baby [D]reborn
Tripping up, you lukewarm
This is like a warning Flatbush
swarming Nike shoes on
[Bbaug]Prove them critic[D]s wrong
getting cream bitch I love it
And the fans hold us down,
put nothing above

[Verse 4]
[Bb]R.I.P. to the cd can[D]'t even
play my hits
'Cause new computer shit without
the means to play the shit
We love to [Bb]boost the speed
[D]We love the memory
It got me feeling light [Bb]with nothing
like we used [D]to be

[Verse 5]
The [Bbaug]wickedest,
man of fire the new Richard Pryor
The wicked lit, rubber on my dick
'Cause I don't want
that Charlie Sheen shit
[Bb]Please don't say [Bbaug]you're the highest
until you met your highness
[Bb]I just, wa[Bbaug]nt the head like ISIS[D]
Fuck her so precise her pussy
[Bbaug]gushing like a geyser
I'm Michael Myers with these grip
pliers took off your eyelids
I sit in silence,
speaking tongues and burnt Bibles
So [Bb]open letter to all of [Bbaug]my rivals you
will not vanquish my titles
My semi- automatic,
will splatter a nigga like Jackson Pollock
Deranged since birth I was conceived
in an insane asylum
I solemnly swear this evening
to refrain from the violence
Young and wilding,
psilocybin still my style is
LSD drops in my iris, tire mark, police sirens
No guidance,
the belly of the beast is where I reside in
Grimy and vibrant like busta rhymes,
in the early 90's
Click boom, your head blew like
you play for the giants
Lyrical tyrant the way I be rhyming
I deserve all of the pulitzer prizes my pistol
be hiding I pull it surprise 'em
My voice [Bb]can be hypnot[Bbaug]izing every verse
I deliver be vivid and visually striking
Been the highest since I arrived
and the climate is rising
It's 'bout to get violent
cover your eye and
Take this lyric[Bb]al dose doctor
Meechy Dark prescribed
[Bbaug]I slide inside her I love her tight
vagina no e- z widers
Back to the cypher I got chronic to light
up pass me the lighter
R.I.P. to the [D]cd can't even play my hits

[Verse 6]
[D]'Cause
new computer shit without
the means to play the shit
We love to boost the speed
We love the memory
It got me feeling light

[Outro 1]
with nothing like we used to be
[D]