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.
Flatbush Zombies Dirty Elevator Music
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
