[Intro]
Die! Ah... Zombies!


{*scratched*}
Bring all your zombies, I'll re-bury em
David sling to Goliaths
Bring all your zombies, I'll re-bury em
David sling to Goliaths


[Verse 1: Promoe]
Yo, on the rear, let me tell you how I feel
Record companies seem 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 your 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's how you want it
Be consistent, and face the consequences
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, 'cause
Just because I'm an up and coming, hungry MC
Don't mean I'll settle for a Happy Meal record deal
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


[Hook x2]
Yo kid, rewind (ah, ah)
Listen to this shit again
Next time you might comprehend the message I send
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


[Verse 2: Cos.m.i.c]
Yo, I wish styles under control like the 'Break-crew'
Cause when we breakthrough
When I control my supervisors 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 at 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
Resurrected and expected 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


[Hook: 2x]
Yo kid, rewind (ah, ah)
Listen to this shit again
Next time you might comprehend the message I send
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


{*scratched*}
Bring all your zombies, I'll re-bury em
David sling to Goliaths
Bring all your zombies, I'll re-bury em
David sling to Goliaths


[Verse 3: Promoe]
Yo, MCs are living dead, giving head to majors
But ain't no record company 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
To blow up "the Vampire Snake building"
We building, on how to protect the children
From the modern day Tower of Babel
To overcome God's language buried a 'two-turntables'
And a microphone, the forces of darkness in the danger zone
Cause uh, Looptroop represents the sun
So when you Nosferatuæs, we desperados with guns, and torpedos
Blowing up blood sucking (ah) mosquitoes, and reload
To kill super egos 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 creative control
Of your product, before you cremated your soul
Got packed like corned beef, marketed and sold (whoa)


[Hook: 2x]
Yo kid, rewind (ah, ah)
Listen to this shit again
Next time you might comprehend the message I send
[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
Whoa, whoa, a zombie


{*scratched*}
Bring all your zombies, I'll re-bury em
David sling to Goliaths
Bring all your zombies, I'll re-bury em
David sling to Goliaths