Land of the Walking Dead

Lyrics

[Intro] Oh, motherfucker, it's the House up in here Oh, motherfucker, it's the House up in here We gon' do it [Verse 1: The R.O.C.] This rap shit comes down like boulders The whole planet's sittin' on my shoulders What is it? My thoughts, I placed a target for the government They shoot when they want, but they miss every time I kicks Knowledge, they don't like to hear me when I preach Fuck the police, [?] so I gots to be Smarter, make my dollars beat these fools without the trouble They out of a job with no niggas in cells I got no love for jails but the niggas inside I wish they were bailed, but that would bring Hell as well Because it's too much inside, it's too much outside I can't get inside to get outside Fools is askin' me questions if what I'm doin' is right If yo kid is litenin' to my tape [?] Or bein' the hangman [?] Shootin' my [?] is good if I bump on 'em In they eardrum, droppin' to 'em like [?] Entertainin' as well, bitch, fuck society I do's what I gotta do, I live or die What is our purpose in life if I [loot I ride?] [?] and fly like an eagle and swoop down [?] And put all y'all motherfuckers in church And teach until you understand But I'm only talkin', I'm still in the land of the walkin' dead That's what I said, take it to the head [Chorus: Mr. Bones] Land of the walkin' dead Stay alive in the land of the walking dead Stay alive in the land of the walking dead Stay alive in the land of the walking dead Stay alive in the land of the walking dead Stay alive in the land of the walking dead Stay alive in the land of the walking dead Stay alive in the land of the walking dead Stay alive in the land of the walking dead [Verse 2: Mr. Bones] [Dead is earth, shout worth?] I been livin' all my life, tell me what it's worth? It hurt To see a new millennium in my society The tax increased with [?] popularity It's scarin' me, too many done crossed the void Of bein' hungry, homeless, broke, and unemployed Avoid and get away from [?] ass bitches And you will see your money stack and accumulate riches I figure, the world is one fourth love, three fourths hate Conceal weapons and [?] the crime rate Drug dealin' thugs with money on they mind Pimps and pushers on the corner tryin' to move dimes, hard times And prostitutes, sellin' they ass to make loot It's gettin' hard to carry [?] just in case you gotta shoot [?], I [?] my dick to avoid infection Suckas is down for less than an impression, what's the connection? No affection [?] knowledge, I've read more raps than textbooks And never ever plan to go to college And then you wanna tell me it's all good But I [don't?] see through the eyes of many neighborhoods, still Suckers be off on that old wild shit, that do or die shit That down on forties split your wig shit Time to get ourself together Yo man, you gotta be [?] Whether or not you hang or bang or slang or in a gang Or even tryin' to get ahead Stay on your toes in the land of the walking dead [Chorus] Stay alive in the land of the walking dead Stay alive in the land of the walking dead Stay alive in the land of the walking dead Stay alive in the land of the walking dead Stay alive in the land of the walking dead Stay alive in the land of the walking dead Stay alive in the land of the walking dead [Verse 3: Hektic] Look at the news, I'm outraged Nothin' but views on bad ways, glorifying how city crime pays I'm in the systems of my friends and family that I'm missin' Wish they was here, but it's a lonely mission, keep on wishin' It's hard times in my city, try to survive I'm writin' [?] with me, give me the gun That's how [?] corner thugs be, wishin' on stars [?] you assed out [?] punks who tried to shout So shut your motherfuckin' mouth, fool, [?] windows [?] I'm out cold runnin' 'cross fields from cold blue The walking dead is all the people who ain't got a thang And then they'll run you for your beeper and your bag of cheeba And now the [?] won't believe us, takin' our breaks Makin' us hate, can we conceive a life to achieve With five bills from Mickey D's I got a good idea while they lay you on your [knees?] Eleven G's in the bag, a buster who brags The sixty seconds of grass stash (I'm down with that) Smokin' on hash with the cash to buy [poppy?] Suckers it's too late, one chance, you got sloppy A ghetto life influenced thousands of crack pipes Thousands of drive-by's and thousands of late night Sit down, gotta get paid type of attitude Still we gots to keep goin' on doin' what we do Keep your head straight, look ahead Land of the walking dead is nothin' to fuck with is what we said