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Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to "Dirty Elevator Music" by Flatbush Zombies.

The song was co-produced by Tyler Dopps, McClenney & Erick the Architect.

The Zombies have returned, and they’ve evolved far beyond a desire for consuming brains.

Enter Now, More Than Ever, a seven track EP from the Flatbush crew, lined to the brim with a variety of different styles.

And while there are many different sounds worth exploring, you can never go wrong with that New York energy, boom-bap beats backing a spooky and disorienting jam session.

“Dirty Elevator Music” captures the essence of the Flatbush Zombies, tied to their roots but continuously seeking further ascendence -- by any means necessary.

Taking to an unsettling reverse-synth loop, Erick Arc Elliot lays down a spirited hook designed to segue into the unrestrained charms of one Meechy Darko.

The most overtly flashy of the group, it’s hard not to be captivated by Darko’s wild, borderline feral verses.

Here is no exception, as he whips himself into a frenzied flow.

"Beware, these here are the tales of the darkside," he warns.

"Nobody gets out alive, ask why Satan cried when I was baptized." Erick steps up to close the track, matching Darko's intensity with his more collected, but no less capable energy.

"Dirty as Jersey, no disrespect to Reggie the Noble, repeatedly hittin' your whip until it's been totaled," he spits, a welcome homage to Redman.

Flatbush Zombies - Dirty Elevator Music (prod.

Tyler Dopps, McClenney & Erick the Architect) Lyrics.

[Intro: Erick The Architect] You know what I mean? Like I told the nigga, I'm like, "Yo, you know my body, my nigga, ha I don't know what you talkin' 'bout But you know how I get down, baby Don't be tryna talk crazy over here" [Chorus: Erick The Architect] I got the whole world on my hands now Attitude, fuck it, like I'm caught with my pants down You pussy, and I always been the dawg Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball Sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off Hennessy and bad decisions, makin' millions off a song With this bad lotto (Word), my motto, drive and swerve potholes Numbers don't lie when on my side, capo [Verse 1: Meechy Darko] I got an energy problem, no, I got an enemy problem No, I got a Hennessy problem, paranoia's gettin' me probably Opposite of kamikaze, papi, your shit never dropping, stop it Tight body, nothing sloppy but her toppy, zombie gang, gang-gang Body rotten, Gucci sweats while casket shopping I'm possessed, the acid dropper, never lying Ho, I'm designed to rhyme, the grimy moves is what I'm inclined to do I'm sorry silly rhymer, your highness don't need no kind of boost This is highly ignitable, riot inciting, frying my mind Body with chemicals, why try? It's all in your mind Red-eye flights, I'm goin' in raw, so let's roll the dice [?] [1:06], take your life for likes, I'm trife, I'm quite nice Precise with knife, slice and dice Inhale, exhale, close one eye then snipe Beware, these here are the tales of the darkside Nobody gets out alive (Nobody) Ask why Satan cried when I was baptized All I got is my balls, my word, my pride, her head fire Ghost Rider, just Meech no help, no writer, no sire Pussyboy, eat fire, Flatbush, Eastsider [Chorus: Erick The Architect] I got the whole world on my hands now Attitude, fuck it, like I'm caught with my pants down You pussy, and I always been the dawg Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball Sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off Hennessy and bad decisions, makin' millions off a song With this bad lotto, my motto, drive and swerve potholes Numbers don't lie when on my side, capo [Verse 2: Erick The Architect] Yeah Dirty as Jersey, no disrespect to Reggie the Noble Repeatedly hittin' your whip until it's been totaled Please, lady, no photos, I'm hardly sober My omens have only told me to focus on every quote And expose every single soul with the motives of takin' over this globe Takin' over the road, on the dough with my bros I'm bowling with pins of woes, more than convinced I'm old Wisdom infinite fold, my window is tinted, closed These niggas is gimmicks, so I hit 'em like Riddick Bowe I'm driven to pay the toll, you niggas is paper plush You fuckin' with angel dust (Woo), we can't be fucked with It's nothin' to niggas, no discussion, I crushed 'em Sweet as custard, apply the pressure, the messier, the dossier Closure when the Yankees play they closers (Uh-uh) Can't you see me? 3D, Tesla memory Here's the melody, eat your shit, human centipede [Chorus: Erick The Architect] I got the whole world on my hands now (Brrt) Attitude, fuck it, like I'm caught with my pants down (What?) You pussy, and I always been the dawg Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball Sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off Hennessy and bad decisions, makin' millions off a song With this bad lotto, my motto, drive and swerve potholes Numbers don't lie when on my side, capo (Hahaha) [Outro: Meechy Darko] See I learned a new word today, nigga Triskaidekaphobia An extreme superstition regarding the number thirteen That's why a nigga don't be havin' thirteenth floor on the—anyway Most project buildings don't really get past thirteenth floor anyway, so it don't really matter What's poppin', blood? You good, you good? You click the thirteenth floor for me? Ayo, thirteenth floor Alright, eleven floor Dirty Elevator Music


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