Nephilim Flatbush Zombies

[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
Why I feel like the past
Is catching up to my ass?
The devil on each shoulder, no halo's on my staff
Your medulla may implode
When I spit this venom in code
When I spit this venomous flow
Mind-bending entity, oh
My soul glowing, it's gold
My heart's dark and it's cold
My art's a part of my soul
I can't help but give y'all the most
Can't help but be niggas hope
Can't help but rise through the smoke
Can't help that my dick is big and it's in the back of her throat
Break bread and make toast
Raise glass and blow smoke
Kick ass like Bernie Mac and mack on with these hoes
Flip packs and bust gats and live on through these quotes
Too mentally unstable to be fucking around with them labels
Picture me Yakkity Yak, talking shit at these round tables
Nah, son, never that, less it's millies under the table
I'm saving up every cent, starting our own label
Serpent under the rainbow, the pot of gold ends its toll
Fallen angels, they dangle from clouds of vapor