RZA & Flatbush Zombies – Quentin Tarantino (Audio, Lyrics)

RZA & Flatbush Zombies collaborate on the new “Quentin Tarantino” song produced by Prince Paul, RZA & Erick the Architect. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Rza & Flatbush Zombies Quentin Tarantino

On December 10, RZA and Flatbush Zombies linked up for a menacing track titled “Plug Addicts,” and when promoting it, the artists revealed that the song was actually just the first half of their “double feature” collaboration. One week later, Flatbush Zombies and the RZA have teamed up once again for an equally grimy cut titled “Quentin Tarantino.”

As its namesake would suggest, their latest collab uses Quentin Tarantino’s immaculate filmography as a muse, so the five-minute track is packed with references to many of his movies, from Pulp Fiction and Jackie Brown to Django Unchained and Death Proof. Somehow it all comes together as a standalone song quite well, and when experienced along with its Reservoir Dogs-inspired visuals, “Quentin Tarantino” is even better.

RZA & Flatbush Zombies – Quentin Tarantino (prod. Prince Paul, RZA & Erick the Architect)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
He walks the streets at night
His shadow follows him in the moonlight
He only travels at night
And he hides during the daylight
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
Once upon a time before my skin color was a crime
So sublime, read through these Akashic lines
So many blessings, I’m in my four corner room
Starin’ at candles, yeah, feelin’ like I’m dancin’ in the moonlight
I wear these sunglasses at night, aura too bright
Triumphant from dusk ’til dawn, always hustlin’ nigga
The evolution will be digitized
Bobby hit ’em with rhythm, linguistics that hypnotize
The image so vivid, baby, check out my gravity
They way I be livin’, just tryna get more clarity
Who killed Bill? They shot Kennedy
Malcolm layin’ dead like, how they gon’ level the playin’ field?
Inglorious all cap, vicarious, live through me
They hateful, envious, but they schemin’ won’t get to we
Been smokin’, got cotton mouth, ash in my dungarees
Been smokin’, got cotton mouth, ash in my dungarees
Don’t let this sin wear you out in the city of gods
Speak from the heart, lead with action, had a frivolous thought
Bismillah, peace to my Umi, my grandfather, he live through me
In the night, sometimes I feel like it’s voices talkin’ to me
Connected to a higher power, they couldn’t find me like Assata
Weh dem a do like Mavado, and I’ma shoot if I gotta, bow

[Chorus: RZA]
Yo, what the fuck’s up in that briefcase?
Yo, what the fuck’s up in that briefcase?
Wait, what the fuck’s up in that briefcase?
Yo, what the fuck’s up in that briefcase?

[Verse 2: Erick The Architect & RZA]
Grindhouse, we slaughter refined amounts
How could we be this hateful? It’s only eight of us now
Bro, RZA slid me this blade, system’s takin’ us out
They killin’ us all, but we endure, Reservoir Dog
I’m Mr. Orange, so since we sparrin’, I put my all in
Your whip be stallin’, unchained, unhandled, Django is dormant
They pat me down, nigga you don’t know? You better ask around
It’s been half an hour, blast the sound, where’s Jackie Brown?
They happy now, in staccato, cut he convo, desperado
We need to switch the toggle, this an album like a bible
My arrival like, this a sermon, been determined
Read the verbiage, we deserve it
Yearnin’ for them diamonds, yellow light, Uma Thurman
Load the burners, smokin’ herbs and see my earnings
And we just hit the Wu to re-confirm we need your service, nigga
Ayo, do the knowledge son
I want you to go out there and chop their heads off
Let ’em know what it be, bong
I’m walkin’ on deaf ears, I swear they hear me somehow
They speak to me in this vision, I see them floatin’ around
I thought I was proof of death, my death prove majestic
Known to especially investigate, we check this method
Unnecessarily they still request it, I still respect it
It’s all subjective, they can’t relinquish my effervescence
It’s just my blessings, procure this message
Ego is stretchin’, listen to every single suggestion
It’s sin in my city, regime, link the Wu, we redeem
May we move with prestige, you ain’t rude as it seems
They on the lease, I’m dragon, they maltese
Don’t envy the fear of man, they mute when the God speaks
Peace

[Chorus: RZA]
Yo, what the fuck’s up in that briefcase?
Yo, what the fuck’s up in that briefcase?
Wait, what the fuck’s up in that briefcase?
Yo, what the fuck’s up in that briefcase?

[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
The moth has no idea that the fire’s gonna burn him
But the person, the person know that bullets they be hurtin’
Meechy Tarantino, but I used to shoot like Kubrick, baby
Get a hateful eight, my barrels full, I do not do the clips
The Grindhouse, the trap spot
One time I seen my bro break down crack rock
With his lap shot, Jackie Brown, gats be ’round
I pray police don’t pat me down or badger me
Please don’t let that badge lead to blam-blam, casualty, casualty
Let’s move on before we find one of your dogs in a reservoir
A legend, I am death proof, flesh made of Teflon
Desperado, dancin’ in gunfire with my weapon
My true romance is bloodshed and Armageddon
New York City nigga, yellow coupe, black stripes
Might just Kill Bill these niggas, cut ’em to pieces
Hasta la vista, can’t rebuild these niggas
From dusk to dawn, my heart froze
Never feel these niggas, never feel these niggas

[Outro]
He walks the streets at night
His shadow follows him in the moonlight
He only travels at night
And he hides during the daylight
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh