A Spike Lee Joint Songtext
von Flatbush ZOMBiES

Unsigned and independent
Look, tell my moms I did it
When you risk your life, constant struggle to survive
Say yeah, oh, whoa

Unsigned and independent
I move a mile a minute
When you risk your life, constant struggle to survive
Say yeah, oh, whoa

Dirty money clean money, niggas see the difference (difference)
Tell the bartender leave some liquor for my niggas (niggas)
Streets full of wolves so my appetite grew
I was hungry for this rap shit way back in high school (school)

Motivated, knocked somebody off to break the rule (rule)
Coordinated mind-frame slaughtering your view (view)
Smoking on this green trees, I don′t get the blues
If I see a nigga lurk then I gotta chuck a deuce


I was clocking out of work (work)
'Round the same time I was writing out of thirst (thirst)
Working three jobs, I ain′t want to buy the purp
Friends'll leave ya cold turk'
It was ADHD, smoking weed before church

Now I′m back for ′em, tap dance on the platform
With the mask on
Hit the squad for the bat phone
(Wildin') want it, now I gotta last long
Dog, I just get a bigger jawn if he act raw

Unsigned and independent
Look, tell my moms I did it
When you risk your life, constant struggle to survive
Say yeah, oh, whoa

Unsigned and independent
I move a mile a minute (difference)
When you risk your life, constant struggle to survive
Say yeah, oh, whoa

Dirty money, clean money, can you see the difference?
Got a phone call from my baby mama tripping
Views like, fuck life what it′s worth
Used to smoke mad weed before my grandma went to church


Had no ID, hip-hop before I started bumping Eazy-E
When ringtones was the hot shit
And B.I.G. on my conscience when I spit
NYPD on my dick since I've been

Fornicating, investigations
Don′t got no patience, all this bread I'm making
Used to fuck bad bitches when my grandma′s on vacation
Call a bitch over, then she dipped for the weekend

Couple safes in my brib, two phones and the rocket
Crip sets on the ave like a LA Dodger
Juice man, piff man with the grams, man
Me and fam, I'm spitting bars like a jail cell

Unsigned and independent
Look, tell my moms I did it
When you risk your life, constant struggle to survive
Say yeah, oh, whoa

Ahahaha, ehehehe, shit
Ah-hoo, what you guys doing?
Oh, if I can get on the album and shit, it'd be insane
Fuck, oh, my God
Shout-out from the middle of the fucking country
Ooh, shit, aheheheh
Oh, shit
Oh, what are you guys doing over there?
I know we′ve been gone for a long time, but, uhm
We back