Quentin Tarantino lyrics Flatbush Zombies & RZA – New HipHop Music

Quentin Tarantino lyrics Flatbush Zombies & RZA – New HipHop Music

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Flatbush Zombies & RZA “Quentin Tarantino” lyrics

[Intro]
He walks the streets at night
His shadow follows him in the moonlight
He only travels at night
And he hides during the daylight

[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
Once upon a time before my skin color was a crime
So sublime, wrecked with these
The cash inclines, so many blessings
I’m in my four corner room, starin’ at candles, yeah
Feelin’ like I’m destined in the moonlight
I’m ready, sunglasses at night or it too bright
Triumphant from dusk ’til dawn, always hustlin’ nigga
The evolution will be digitized
I be hit them, whip them, them linguistics that hypnotize
The image so vivid, baby, check out my gravity
They way I be livin’, just tryna get more clarity
Who killed [Bido], they shot Kennedy
Malcom, lay him dead, like how they gon’ level the playin’ field?
And glory is all cap, vicariously live through me
They hateful, envious, but they schemin’, won’t get to we
Been smokin’, got cotton mouth, ash in my dungarees
Been smokin’, got cotton mouth, ash in my dungarees
Don’t let this simmer you out in a city of gods
Speak from the heart, lead with action, not a frivolously start
Bismillah, peace to my homie
My grandfather, he lived through me
In the night some times I feel like it’s voices talkin’ to me
Connected to a higher power, they couldn’t find like Osama
With the [?] like [?] and I’ma show if got ’em, bow

[Chorus: RZA]
Yo, what the f*ck’s up in that briefcase?
Yo, what the fu*k’s up in that briefcase?
Wait, what the f*ck’s up in that briefcase?
Yo, what the f*ck’s up in that briefcase?

[Verse 2: Erick The Architect]
Grindhouse, we slaughter and find the mouse
How could we be this hateful? It’s only eight of us now
Bro wrists slid me this blade, system stakin’ the [?]
They killin’ us all, but we indoor, Reservoir Dog
I miss the orange, so since we sparrin’, I put my all in
You Whitney [?], unchained, unhandled, Django is dormant
They pat me down, nigga you don’t know, you better ask around
It’s Ben Affleck now, blast the sound, where’s Jackie Brown?
They happy now, when [?] cut he convo, desperado
They need to switch the [?], this an album like a bible
My arrival like, this a sermon, been determined
Read the verdicts, [?]
Yearnin’ for them diamonds, yellow light, Uma Thurman
Load the burners, smokin’ herbs and see my earnings
And [?] hit the [?] to re-confirm we need your service nigga
Ayo, [?]
I want you to go out there and chop their heads off
Let me know when it’s done
I walk in on death ears, I swear they hear me somehow
They speak to me in this vision, I see them floatin’ around
I thought I was proof of death, my death prove majestic
Knowin’ especially, investigate and check this method
Unnecessarily they still request it, I still respect it
It’s all subjective, they can’t relinquish my [?]
It’s just my blessings, record this message
Ego is stretchin’, listen to every single suggestion
It’s sin in my city, regime, late the woo we redeem
Maybe move a prestige, you ain’t rude as it seems
They own the lease, I’m draggin’ they Maltese
Don’t envy the fear of man, they mute when the God speaks

[Chorus: RZA]
Yo, what the f*ck’s up in that briefcase?
Yo, what the f*ck’s up in that briefcase?
Wait, what the f*ck’s up in that briefcase?
Yo, what the f*ck’s up in that briefcase?

[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
The moth has no idea that the fire’s gonna burn him
But the person, the person know that bullets they be hurtin’
Meechy Tarantino, but I used to shoot like Kubrick
And the hateful eight, my barrels full, I do not do the clips
The Grindhouse, the trap spot
One time I seen my bro put down crack rock, with his lap shot
Jackie Brown just be ’round
I pray police don’t crack me down or badger me
Please don’t let that badge lead to blam-blam, casualty, casualty
Let’s move on before we find one of your dogs in a reservoir
Imagine I am death proof, flesh made of teflon
Desperado, dancin’ in gun fire with my weapon
My true romance is blood sheddin’ on my dead lawn
New York city nigga, yellow coupe, black stripes
Might just Kill Bill these niggas, cut ’em to pieces
Hasta la vista, can’t rebuild these niggas
From dusk to dawn, my heart froze
Never feel these niggas, never feel these niggas

[Outro]
He walks the streets at night
His shadow follows him in the moonlight
He only travels at night
And he hides during the daylight

Song Name: Quentin Tarantino
Artist: Flatbush Zombies & RZA
Lyrics: ​​Flatbush Zombies & RZA
Prod. by: Flatbush Zombies & RZA
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Release Date: 17-12-2021
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