BLK ZMBY Lyrics by billy woods
The person you are talking to is a very experienced person.
There are not many things in the world that I don’t know.
Staggering post-colonial African zombies
they chase the people into the waves
Watch every ship and rav till it disappear
whether it make it or watery grave
Hey, who’s to say?
Right away, zombies stop going all crazy
They whole game changed like (?), walking dead, no way
Brother, the uninterred hopped in rangers roving
You already know that chauffeur gold Mercedes is a go
Did the harvest where the house of traders or hawking is that oil gotta flow
Zombies go home, the platters are prawn, the escorts go
Moet Chandon bottles bust against the bowels of boats
Zombies *** on hoes, hoes the zombies too though
New mothers struggle while the zombies suckle like baby goats
New horns in the bush, heads stove in with stones
To hell, the savannah, zombies roam in Ferragamo and Cam de Garçon
Now that you’re gone, the city’s a quiet boy, the slums are calm
Universities empty, the troublemakers is drowned, driving Uber overseas
The zombies chuckle at their computers
Front doors open to the breeze
Swollen fist stuffed in loafers right on the wind
Rap money in the cushions of the sofa
Ceiling fans bend slower
Pan-African money, folder, era money Jew money
Keep new money somewhere sunny it
can’t get frozen
Chinese funny but keep everything in USD
We really know them
We really know them
We really know them