Zombie
P.c.p. Executed Lyrics


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Say you fucking with a zombie
Please don't try it
Smiling in my pictures
But inside my mind I'm dying
You fucking with a zombie
Please don't try it
Smiling in my pictures
But inside my mind I'm dying
I'm flying, I'm trying
To keep my self in line with
My destiny, the recipe
To make the Gs is my shit
You tryna steal my blueprint
Get inside my head
I'm playing possum with them
Let them think I'm dead
Get the bread, get the dough
What I do is on the low
Micheal Myers with the flow
Better pay me what you owe
Through the back door
Or threw the front
Bitch I'm bout to cash out
I ain't taking fronts
You know I gotta stunt
I be lacing up my son
If it's bout that money
Then I'm putting out the blunt
Gotta go and get it
No excuses I keep moving
Alarm clock ringing
I ain't really tryna snooze it
Never lose it
I'm holding on tight
Stuck doing wrong
Trying to correct my rights
Out of sight out of mind
Bitch you gone see me
Your bitch tryna fuck me
Your nigga tryna be me
Im making it look easy
3 wishes I'm a genie
My mind is like a prison
And my soul is trying to leave me
I make it look easy,
3 wishes I'm a genie
My mind is like a prison
And my soul is trying to leave me
Believe me cause
You fucking with a zombie
Please don't try it
Smiling in my pictures
But inside my mind I'm dying
You fucking with a zombie
Please don't try it
Smiling in my pictures
But inside my mind I'm dying
I'm already dead
You can't kill a zombie
Baby got that murder ink
Body like Ashanti
She said she want that real
These niggas fake as fuck
Well I'm the cure, I got that pure
That's why they getting cut
They say I'm out my mind
I'm out of luck, I'm out of fucks
Couple shots rung out
And I ain't even duck
Got a loaded gage now
When you see me stay down
You know how long I stayed down?
Think I deserve my pay now
I'm coming for mine, better load up the
Clip before you run out of time
I load up the safe, gotta count up the cake
Then it's back to the grind
Back to the bullshit like what am I doing
Im losing my mind
Im Stacking a million, I'm one and million
That's one of a kind
If I ain't down I'm in the sky
Bitch you better look up
My plug raised his prices
And it's still a hook up
Bullets back to back
Like a verse from Jadakiss and Styles
You flirt with death
But can't afford for it to take you out
Damn zombie
Please don't try it
Smiling in my pictures
But inside my mind I'm dying
You fucking with a zombie
Please don't try it
Smiling in my pictures
But inside my mind I'm dying
You fucking with a zombie
Please don't try it
Smiling in my pictures
But inside my mind I'm dying
You fucking with a zombie
Please don't try it
Smiling in my pictures
But inside my mind I'm dying
I rise up from the ground
As my hand breaks through the dirt
I died a long time ago
My open wounds don't even hurt
You fucking with a zombie
A dead body, the night is foggy
She wants to give me head
I took her brain she's really sloppy
Welcome to the twilight zone
I came back to kill my clone
They should of cremated me
But fire can't destroy my bones
All my life I lived alone
I was born a rolling stone
All the walls I want to paint em black
Even outside my home
My soul is trapped
In between
I haven't crossed over
They wish bad on my name
They Turn the cross Over
I can't find closure
But that's my torture
Looking at all directions
Watching out for vultures
This is thriller
Stacking up scriller
Natural born killer
Don't look in The mirror
You fucking with a zombie
Hear my whisper
The dead will rise again
It's written in the scripture
Cause your fucking with a zombie
Please don't try it
Smiling in my pictures
But inside my mind I'm dying
You fucking with a zombie
Please don't try it
Smiling in my pictures
But inside my mind I'm dying
You fucking with a zombie
Please don't try it
Smiling in my pictures
But inside my mind I'm dying
You fucking with a zombie
Please don't try it




Smiling in my pictures
But inside my mind I'm dying

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Zombie" by P.c.p. Executed express the feeling of being dead inside while still putting up a facade of happiness to the outside world. The term "zombie" is used metaphorically to represent the feeling of being numb and lifeless, as though the person is walking through life without truly living. The singer warns others not to mess with them because they're in a fragile state, and they may lash out or hurt others unintentionally.


Throughout the song, the singer conveys a sense of desperation and a need to succeed in life, even though they feel like they're already dead inside. The lines "I'm trying to keep myself in line with my destiny" and "what I do is on the low" suggest that the singer is working hard to achieve their goals, but they're doing so in secret. They pride themselves on being "Michael Myers with the flow" and "making it look easy", but they also acknowledge that their mind is like a prison and their soul is trying to leave them.


The chorus serves as a reminder that even though the singer may seem happy or put together on the surface, they're struggling internally. They compare themselves to a zombie, a creature whose outward appearance may look normal but who is actually devoid of life or emotion. Overall, the lyrics of "Zombie" convey a sense of isolation, desperation, and a longing for something more meaningful.


Line by Line Meaning

Say you fucking with a zombie
You're dealing with someone who's already dead inside


Please don't try it
Don't attempt to mess with me


Smiling in my pictures
Appearing happy on the surface


But inside my mind I'm dying
But struggling internally


You fucking with a zombie
Dealing with someone who's just going through the motions


I'm flying, I'm trying
I'm doing my best to keep moving forward


To keep my self in line with
To stay on track


My destiny, the recipe
My calling and plan


To make the Gs is my shit
To make money is my expertise


You tryna steal my blueprint
You're trying to copy my methods


Get inside my head
Trying to understand my thought process


I'm playing possum with them
I'm pretending to be dead


Let them think I'm dead
Letting them underestimate me


Get the bread, get the dough
Make money by any means


What I do is on the low
My methods are kept secret


Micheal Myers with the flow
I'm a killer with my rhymes


Better pay me what you owe
You better pay me what you owe me


Through the back door
Using a sneaky method to get what I want


Or threw the front
Either way, I'll get what I want


Bitch I'm bout to cash out
I'm about to make a lot of money


I ain't taking fronts
I won't settle for less


You know I gotta stunt
I need to show off my success


I be lacing up my son
I'm teaching my child the same ways


If it's bout that money
If it's about making money


Then I'm putting out the blunt
Then I'm getting to work


Gotta go and get it
I need to go get my money


No excuses I keep moving
I can't let anything stop me


Alarm clock ringing
Waking up to reality


I ain't really tryna snooze it
I can't afford to slack off


Never lose it
I can't fail


I'm holding on tight
I'm determined to succeed


Stuck doing wrong
I'm making bad choices


Trying to correct my rights
Trying to fix my mistakes


Out of sight out of mind
If I'm not visible, people forget about me


Bitch you gone see me
You'll see me again soon


Your bitch tryna fuck me
Your girl wants to sleep with me


Your nigga tryna be me
Your man is trying to copy me


Im making it look easy
I'm making success look effortless


3 wishes I'm a genie
I have the power to make things happen


My mind is like a prison
I feel trapped in my own thoughts


And my soul is trying to leave me
I feel like I'm losing myself


Believe me cause
Trust me because


I'm already dead
I feel like I'm already gone


Baby got that murder ink
She has a violent past


Body like Ashanti
She has an attractive body


She said she want that real
She wants something genuine


These niggas fake as fuck
These men are not trustworthy


Well I'm the cure, I got that pure
I have what it takes to fix the problem


That's why they getting cut
That's why they're not in my circle


They say I'm out my mind
They say I'm crazy


I'm out of luck, I'm out of fucks
I don't have any opportunities left


Couple shots rung out
Shots were fired


And I ain't even duck
And I didn't even flinch


Got a loaded gage now
I'm prepared for anything


When you see me stay down
Don't mess with me


You know how long I stayed down?
I've been through a lot


Think I deserve my pay now
I think I deserve my money


I'm coming for mine, better load up the
I'm going to get my money, so be prepared


Clip before you run out of time
Hurry before it's too late


I load up the safe, gotta count up the cake
I have to secure my money and count it


Then it's back to the grind
Then I have to keep working hard


Back to the bullshit like what am I doing
Back to the same old problems


Im losing my mind
I'm feeling crazy


Im Stacking a million, I'm one and million
I'm making a lot of money and I'm unique


That's one of a kind
There's no one else like me


If I ain't down I'm in the sky
If I'm not dead I'm successful


Bitch you better look up
You better take notice of my success


My plug raised his prices
My contact raised their prices


And it's still a hook up
I can still get a good deal


Bullets back to back
Multiple shots


Like a verse from Jadakiss and Styles
Like a rap verse


You flirt with death
You're playing with fire


But can't afford for it to take you out
But it can't afford to kill you


I rise up from the ground
I'm starting over


As my hand breaks through the dirt
As I work hard


I died a long time ago
I lost my passion a long time ago


My open wounds don't even hurt
My pain doesn't affect me anymore


A dead body, the night is foggy
I feel dead, the world is unclear


She wants to give me head
She wants to sleep with me


I took her brain she's really sloppy
I took advantage of her


Welcome to the twilight zone
Welcome to the unknown


I came back to kill my clone
I came back to destroy my old self


They should of cremated me
They should have gotten rid of me


But fire can't destroy my bones
I can't be destroyed


All my life I lived alone
I've always been on my own


I was born a rolling stone
I'm a natural wanderer


All the walls I want to paint em black
All I see is darkness


Even outside my home
Even when I'm out and about


My soul is trapped
I feel stuck


In between
In the middle of two worlds


I haven't crossed over
I haven't moved on


They wish bad on my name
People want bad things to happen to me


They Turn the cross Over
They reject religion


I can't find closure
I can't find peace


But that's my torture
But that's my burden


Looking at all directions
Being cautious


Watching out for vultures
Being careful of people who want to take advantage of me


This is thriller
The situation is intense


Stacking up scriller
Making a lot of money


Natural born killer
Born to succeed


Don't look in The mirror
Don't reflect on your problems


Hear my whisper
Pay attention to what I'm saying


The dead will rise again
I'll come back from anything


It's written in the scripture
It's fate


Cause your fucking with a zombie
Because you're messing with someone who's already dead inside




Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Bernardo Garcia Perez, David Castillo

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@kanesalamon6591

DISCOGS: Profil: From Spain. The name of the group comes from the initials of "Punxi Com Punxi", a radio show presented by them (DJ David F.L., DJ Prodigy, DJ Manu). They released 3 maxis, first produced by Gerard Requena and nexts by Ruben Moreno. Disbanded in 2002
NOT Planet Core Produktion !!!!

@jackgray3190

i thought it was referring to the drug name

@clrclr5734

Temazo del año 2001. Afortunados somos los que lo bailamos

@GBRinazuerii

♥♥ OldschooolBasslin's= perfect

@Angerfistontour

Hardcore United <3 WILL !!!NEVER!!! DIE HArDcOrE 4 EVER

@n1cky0

lmao how is this anywhere remotely like house??? This is Gabber at it's finest. So many memories of old raves... luv it!

@dekolbe

Yes PCP was a german Label and Project by Marc Arcadipane. It was the fist Hardcore Label (1989-1997)

@Replayer81

People, add "/PCP-Executed/release/323506" to Discogs web. That track is from the maxi: P.C.P. "Executed" Label: Hardcore Maniacs, Bit Music Catalog#: HM 001, 71-748 Format: Vinyl, 12" Country: Spain Released: 2001 ;)

@Thoemazzzz

this brings back so much memories, love it

@warzone4444

nice track. 1 of my fav tracks

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