BK’s hip-hop rebels face down mortality with hard raps.
The ZOMBiES … Read Full Bio ↴BK’s hip-hop rebels face down mortality with hard raps.
The ZOMBiES lead off their sophomore album, Vacation in Hell, hard with a grimy single, paying homage to many hip-hop artists and albums along the way. This song features vocals from all three Zombies, along with production per usual from Erick the Architect.
One interesting thing to note is many of the artists that they reference are either physically dead, or their music isn’t as popular as it once was, so they are dead in another sense. This song may serve as a commemoration, or “headstone” for all those artists that have influenced the Zombies over time.
This song was released alongside a black and white music video filmed on the Zombie’s home turf in Flatbush, Brooklyn.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZ924VGx5n0
The ZOMBiES … Read Full Bio ↴BK’s hip-hop rebels face down mortality with hard raps.
The ZOMBiES lead off their sophomore album, Vacation in Hell, hard with a grimy single, paying homage to many hip-hop artists and albums along the way. This song features vocals from all three Zombies, along with production per usual from Erick the Architect.
One interesting thing to note is many of the artists that they reference are either physically dead, or their music isn’t as popular as it once was, so they are dead in another sense. This song may serve as a commemoration, or “headstone” for all those artists that have influenced the Zombies over time.
This song was released alongside a black and white music video filmed on the Zombie’s home turf in Flatbush, Brooklyn.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZ924VGx5n0
Headstone
Flatbush ZOMBiES Lyrics
Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴
Victory, victory
Gold on my neck, Mr. T
Victory, victory
Zombie gang reppin' that NYC
Victory, victory
Ice round my neck like I'm Lil Weeze
We run this shit like a pair of cleats
It's hell on earth with this rap beat
Money over bitches on my headstone
Here lies young nigga gettin' paper
Never take a loss on my headstone
Only take a L when I'm smokin' it
Zombie gang three times on my headstone
Been thuggin', from the cradle to the grave
Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone
Too late, he already dead
Imagine when you're thirty thousand feet up what you think of?
Boy, I hated knowin' that my thoughts would turn to dreams
'Cause I never knew I'd get my chance to link up
Boy, I tell you, all of this unusual to me
Swear I came from the bottom, Flatbush livin', walkin' dead on
But your favorite rapper's name up on a headstone
Biggie Big for the cheese and you're dead wrong
Propaganda set the standards in the terror dome
I hit it doggystyle, she throw it back
Yeah, I'm born to mack
It's dark in Hell, it's hot so leave me where I'm at
I'm livin' how I wanna, no reasonable doubt
It's clear to see, all eyes on me, four hundred degrees
Who am I? Ruthless, easy does it
The chronic, smoke it in public, hate it or love it
The underdogs, with liquid swords
It was written in my diary to start a war
I'm feelin' infamous, immortal with my technique
A revolutionary shinin', with diamond teeth
Young don, Cartagena, excuse my demeanor, this the glamour life
You still not a player, you ain't half as nice
I'm born to kill, life after death, I made the sacrifice
I'm super duper fly, Juice'll keep them hypnotized
I said my name is Juice, America's most
Ain't no half-steppin', see you at the crossroads
Put money over bitches on my headstone
Here lies young nigga gettin' paper
Never take a loss on my headstone
Only take a L when I'm smokin' it
Zombie gang three times on my headstone
Been thuggin' from the cradle to the grave
Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone
Too late, he already dead
It was written in a children's story, that life's a bitch
So what you want? Everyday I struggle with it
Only god can judge me slippin', I'm infinitely big pimpin'
Though the genesis, dead presidents, drop a gem on them
Hell on earth, these the last days, throw your guns up
Get money, Quiet Storm, havin' suicidal thoughts
For the C.R.E.A.M, renegade
For the money, only green is the lemonade
I'm a player on the late night tip, shorty triple six
She the prototype, Tip drill, kiss the fingertips
Resevoir Dogs, check the scar, ignorant shit
Blackout, can I live? Hell raiser, still feel me
Kiss of death, reprotect ya neck
Three dope boyz in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz
Kiss of death, reprotect ya neck, shame on a nigga
Three dope boyz in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz
Put money over bitches on my headstone
Here lies young nigga gettin' paper
Never take a loss on my headstone
Only take a L when I'm smokin' it
Zombie gang three times on my headstone
Been thuggin' from the cradle to the grave
Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone
Too late, he already dead
Right now I'm on the edge, so don't push me
Troublesome since '96, you a shook one
Breath easy on the ledge, I'm yo pusha
What's that? I smell pussy
Let me count my guns, um
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 run
Hi my name is Dirt Cobain
Like a pimp, here I go to the next episode
Ain't another nigga this explosive, beastcoast shit
BRR-BRR reload it
Fuck them other niggas, ride or die for my niggas
Strictly for my niggas, survival of the fittest
Woo-woo! That's the sound of the police
I'm in deep cover, skrr skrr
Leaned back, give me one more chance
They say Jesus walks and the Devil wear Prada
But I'm so, so deaf, God can't tell me nothing
Records on my death certificate, I gave you power
21 questions, like who shot ya? I shot ya!
Warning, watch them niggas flashin' like papparazi
Two words, fuck bitches, get money
Tonight's the night, guess who's back on my block
Rather you need dollar, get shot in Bucktown
This firearm, silencer on, that quiet storm
T-O-N-Y, top of New York, with a pitchfork
Gold on my neck, Mr. T
Victory, victory
Zombie gang reppin' that NYC
Victory, victory
Ice round my neck like I'm Lil Weeze
We run this shit like a pair of cleats
It's hell on earth with this rap beat
Money over bitches on my headstone
Here lies young nigga gettin' paper
Never take a loss on my headstone
Only take a L when I'm smokin' it
Zombie gang three times on my headstone
Been thuggin', from the cradle to the grave
Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone
Too late, he already dead
Imagine when you're thirty thousand feet up what you think of?
Boy, I hated knowin' that my thoughts would turn to dreams
'Cause I never knew I'd get my chance to link up
Boy, I tell you, all of this unusual to me
Swear I came from the bottom, Flatbush livin', walkin' dead on
But your favorite rapper's name up on a headstone
Biggie Big for the cheese and you're dead wrong
Propaganda set the standards in the terror dome
I hit it doggystyle, she throw it back
Yeah, I'm born to mack
It's dark in Hell, it's hot so leave me where I'm at
I'm livin' how I wanna, no reasonable doubt
It's clear to see, all eyes on me, four hundred degrees
Who am I? Ruthless, easy does it
The chronic, smoke it in public, hate it or love it
The underdogs, with liquid swords
It was written in my diary to start a war
I'm feelin' infamous, immortal with my technique
A revolutionary shinin', with diamond teeth
Young don, Cartagena, excuse my demeanor, this the glamour life
You still not a player, you ain't half as nice
I'm born to kill, life after death, I made the sacrifice
I'm super duper fly, Juice'll keep them hypnotized
I said my name is Juice, America's most
Ain't no half-steppin', see you at the crossroads
Put money over bitches on my headstone
Here lies young nigga gettin' paper
Never take a loss on my headstone
Only take a L when I'm smokin' it
Zombie gang three times on my headstone
Been thuggin' from the cradle to the grave
Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone
Too late, he already dead
It was written in a children's story, that life's a bitch
So what you want? Everyday I struggle with it
Only god can judge me slippin', I'm infinitely big pimpin'
Though the genesis, dead presidents, drop a gem on them
Hell on earth, these the last days, throw your guns up
Get money, Quiet Storm, havin' suicidal thoughts
For the C.R.E.A.M, renegade
For the money, only green is the lemonade
I'm a player on the late night tip, shorty triple six
She the prototype, Tip drill, kiss the fingertips
Resevoir Dogs, check the scar, ignorant shit
Blackout, can I live? Hell raiser, still feel me
Kiss of death, reprotect ya neck
Three dope boyz in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz
Kiss of death, reprotect ya neck, shame on a nigga
Three dope boyz in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz
Put money over bitches on my headstone
Here lies young nigga gettin' paper
Never take a loss on my headstone
Only take a L when I'm smokin' it
Zombie gang three times on my headstone
Been thuggin' from the cradle to the grave
Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone
Too late, he already dead
Right now I'm on the edge, so don't push me
Troublesome since '96, you a shook one
Breath easy on the ledge, I'm yo pusha
What's that? I smell pussy
Let me count my guns, um
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 run
Hi my name is Dirt Cobain
Like a pimp, here I go to the next episode
Ain't another nigga this explosive, beastcoast shit
BRR-BRR reload it
Fuck them other niggas, ride or die for my niggas
Strictly for my niggas, survival of the fittest
Woo-woo! That's the sound of the police
I'm in deep cover, skrr skrr
Leaned back, give me one more chance
They say Jesus walks and the Devil wear Prada
But I'm so, so deaf, God can't tell me nothing
Records on my death certificate, I gave you power
21 questions, like who shot ya? I shot ya!
Warning, watch them niggas flashin' like papparazi
Two words, fuck bitches, get money
Tonight's the night, guess who's back on my block
Rather you need dollar, get shot in Bucktown
This firearm, silencer on, that quiet storm
T-O-N-Y, top of New York, with a pitchfork
The song "Headstone" by Flatbush ZOMBiES is an homage to the contributions of rappers that have passed on, with the chorus serving as a warning to those attempting to discredit their accomplishments. The first verse starts with "Victory," with the following lines referencing Lil Wayne and the strength and dominance of the group. The second verse turns to reflect on the rapper's journey, from Flatbush living to the graveyard, bringing up Notorious B.I.G. and other legends. The third verse moves to a mashed-up list of references to other rappers, such as Wu-Tang Clan, Busta Rhymes, and DMX, all wrapped up in a celebration of their work.
The main message of this song is about respecting and honoring the great rappers who have passed away. The chorus stresses the importance of putting money over women, and the lyrics offer a grim reminder of the fleeting nature of life. The verses are a clever mix of name-dropping, lyrics from other rappers, and references to film, music, and television.
Overall, the song is densely packed with references, honoring rappers who have come before and criticizing those who don't respect their influence. The song ends on a particularly chilling note, with T-O-N-Y representing the highest point in rap, wielding a pitchfork to claim his dominance.
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Dimitri Simms, Antonio Lewis, Erick Elliot, Ruben Gallego
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
To comment on or correct specific content, highlight it
More Genres
No Artists Found
More Artists
Load All
No Albums Found
More Albums
Load All
No Tracks Found
Genre not found
Artist not found
Album not found
Search results not found
Song not found
KEVIN
[Intro: Zombie Juice]
Victory, victory
Gold on my neck—Mr. T
Victory, victory
Zombie Gang reppin' that NYC
Victory, victory
Ice round my neck like I'm Lil Weezy
We run this shit like a pair of cleats
It's Hell on Earth but this where I be
[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
"Money over bitches" on my headstone
Here lies "Young nigga gettin' paper"
Never take a loss on my headstone
Only take a L when I'm smokin' it
Zombie Gang three times on my headstone
Been thuggin' from the Cradle to the Grave
Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone
Too late—he already dead
[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott]
Imagine when you're thirty thousand feet up what you think of?
Boy, I hated knowin' that my thoughts deterred a dream
Cause I never knew I'd get my chance to link up
Boy, I tell you, all of this unusual to me
Swear I came from the bottom, Flatbush livin', walkin' dead on
Put your favorite rapper's name up on a headstone
Biggie Big for the cheese and you're dead wrong
Propaganda set the standards in the terrordome
[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
I hit it Doggystyle, she throw it back, yeah, I'm Born to Mack
It's Dark and Hell is Hot so leave me where I'm at
I'm livin' how I wanna, no Reasonable Doubt
It's clear to see, All Eyez on Me, 400 Degreez
Who am I? Ruthless, Eazy does it
The Chronic smoke in public, Hate It Or Love It
The underdogs, with Liquid Swords
It Was Written in my diary, this Art of War
I'm feelin' Infamous, Immortal with my Technique
A Revolutionary shinin' with diamond teeth
Young Don Cartagena, excuse my demeanor, this the Glamour Life
You Still Not a Player, you ain't half as nice
I'm Born Again, Life After Death, I made the sacrifice
I'm Supa Dupa Fly, Juicy keep them Hypnotized
I said my name is Juice, AmeriKKKa's Most
Ain't No Half-Steppin', see you at Tha Crossroads
[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
Put "Money over bitches" on my headstone
Here lies "Young nigga gettin' paper"
Never take a loss on my headstone
Only take an L when I'm smokin' it
Zombie Gang three times on my headstone
Been thuggin' from the Cradle to the Grave
Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone
Too late—he already dead
[Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott]
It Was Written in the Children's Story, that Life's a Bitch
So What'cha Want? Everyday I Struggle with it
Only God Can Judge Me slippin', I'm infinitely Big Pimpin'
Though The Genesis, Dead Presidents, Drop a Gem on 'Em
Hell on Earth, these the Last Dayz, Throw Ya Guns Up
Get Money, Quiet Storm, havin' Suicidal Thoughts
For the C.R.E.A.M, Renegade
For the money, all the green is the lemonade
I'm A Playa on the Late Night Tip, shorty Triple Six
She the prototype Tip Drill, kiss her fingertips
Resevoir Dogs, check The Score, Ignorant Shit
Blackout, Can I Live? Hellrazor, still feel me
Kiss of Death and Protect Ya Neck
Three Dope Boys In a Cadillac, Gravediggaz
Kiss of Death and Protect Ya Neck, Shame on a Nigga
Three Dope Boys In a Cadillac, Gravediggaz
[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
Put "Money over bitches" on my headstone
Here lies "Young nigga gettin' paper"
Never take a loss on my headstone
Only take a L when I'm smokin' it
Zombie Gang three times on my headstone
Been thuggin' from the cradle to the grave
Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone
Too late—he already dead
[Verse 4: Meechy Darko]
Right now I'm on the edge (so Don't Push Me)
Troublesome since '96 (you a Shook One)
Breath Easy, Know The Ledge (I'm Your Pusher)
What's that? I Smell Pussy
Let me count my guns, um, hm
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, run!
Hi, my name is Durt Cobain
Like a Pimp, here I go, 'til The Next, Episode
Ain't a Nann Nigga this XXXplosive
Beast Coast shit (blat-blat!) reloaded
Fuck them other niggas, ride or die for my niggas
Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z., Survival of the Fittest
Woop-woop! That's the Sound of da Police, I'm in Deep Cover
Earth, skrt skrt, Lean Back, give me One More Chance
They say Jesus Walks and the Devil wear Prada
But I'm So, So Def, God can't tell me nothing
Write this on my Death Certificate, I Gave You Power
21 Questions like "Who Shot Ya?" I shot ya!
Warning, Watch Dem Niggas, Flashing Lights, Papparazi
Two Words: fuck bitches, get money
Tonight's da Night, Guess Who's Back on my block?
Rather Unique, I Lick a Shot in Bucktown
This firearm silencer on, that Quiet Storm
T-O-N-Y—Top of New York with a pitchfork
Luuk1809
This is the most insane tribute to all of their favorite rappers. This is fucking genius.
Jo
Cameron Smith also quentin tarantino
i squanch my family
97Curs nailed it . I didn't even have to scroll far
Hugo Cabrera
Word
T-Rod
kazbuks same
iPaint _Houses
Flatbush is on some ultra funky, next level, outer dimension, ultimate chill, alternate universe, psychedelic-hardcore hip-hop shit! Forever expanding minds from Brooklyn to Pluto and beyond...
David Davidson
WORD
Jake Theriault
W2mm
jonah rice
Word salad
Sukhpreet Riyat
Legendary track. Shout out to everyone still listening its almost 2022