RZA – Plug Addicts (ft. Flatbush Zombie) (Audio, Lyrics)

RZA premieres the video for the self-produced “Plug Addicts” track with Flatbush Zombie. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Rza Plug Addicts

From the braggadocious musings of The Notorious B.I.G. and young Hov, to the menacing thread woven throughout the discographies of Jadakiss, DMX and so many other New York City natives, everybody knows the sound hailing from the birthplace of hip hop.

RZA, the de-facto leader of New York’s most iconic hip hop collective, Wu-Tang Clan, is largely responsible for that sound and has been manufacturing it for the better part of three decades. From Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) to the recently-released Remedy Meets Wu-Tang, RZA’s fingerprints are all over NYC rap, and on his latest single “Plug Addicts,” the Wu-Tang head honcho enlisted Flatbush Zombies to keep that sound alive.

Spitting over his own menacing production, RZA & the Brooklyn collective take turns telling stories about immense amounts of money and the shady activities they engaged in to make it theirs. Accompanied by horror film-like visuals and some of the hardest bars of 2021, “Plug Addicts” is a throwback to a time when Wu-Tang Clan was the biggest thing in hip hop, and the New York sound was the sound of the genre itself.

RZA – Plug Addicts (ft. Flatbush Zombie) (prod. RZA)

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Lyrics

[Intro: Erick The Architect]
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Erick The Architect]
Plug addicts, they love rappin’ with me
Zombie Gang my regime, we duck the traffic of Ds
So I’m chasin’ the speed, another slap on my knee
Somehow I chose this rappin’, instead of wrappin’ a key
Mackin’ the G, my shit intact, so we tap with our feet
Rather unique RZA craft, this immaculate beat
Blast with the heat, impact with this accuracy
Last one to sleep, just imagine what happened to me
Factory made back to the graves and they microwave
And type of shit that make a nigga turn the mic away
And type of shit that make a nigga take your life away
Live now or die today, ’cause we ain’t used to holidays
We ain’t used to common place
We ain’t got no common sense
We ain’t got no confidence
Fuck a nine-to-five, a nigga worth the length of monuments
Lion hearted, tiger face
Any corner, time and place, Architect the time it takes
Inner city, out of state, and globally we out of space

[Verse 2: RZA]
Wait up Arc, hold up, wait, never in a sober state
Hundred K, we hold the date, I understand we overtake
Zombie Juice coordinate, we got more dough to make
Darko nigga, hold the weight, flow colder than Dakota states
Triple OG, beats break a fuckin’ shoulder blade
Strings glidin’ like niggas upon a rollerblade

[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
Killin’ you niggas, pass the shovel, I’m diggin’ your ditches
Pitiful, I leave you critical under one condition
I threw my doggy off the roof, he wouldn’t fetch my paper
Black Rambo in Nike vandals, expand coke, that’s not love
Glock tucked, shootin’ slow-motion just like John Wu flicks
White doves, black gloves, cut the tongues off loose lips
Piss on your grave, suck your mudda, I give two shits
Might rob your favorite rapper, mama need rent for her new whip
Never was a little nigga, signed my own permission slips
The acid hits by sunrise, nigga, that’s the day trip
Close your eyes and imagine if niggas lived out
Just exactly what they rappin’ and you’d have to stand out
From what would you press on vinyl packagin’
Buck forty a rapper face and tell his shawty “Keep the change”
I can not be tamed

[Verse 4: Zombie Juice]
This a murder scene, turn this shit to-
I’m in the passenger, my bitch drunk, she feelin’ good
Smellin’ sweet like lavender
I got a body in the trunk, had to check for cameras
And the weed was kinda skunk
Hope we don’t get stopped for nothin’
See the cops, we gotta run
Put the pedal to the floor, got a shotgun and a saw
We can hack him into pieces, burn them up, buried in feces
Black suit like John Wick, she got the braid like Tomb Raider
I check the news, we targets, interviews with our neighbors
Hope we make it out the state before they setup checkpoints
Ain’t tryna see them big gates, won’t let them take me alive
And if you snitch on me bitch, I hope it eat you alive
Text abuela, we’ll see you mañana, don’t worry nana
Can’t use our credit cards, ’cause they track all the places
But we runnin’ out of gas and we can’t hide our faces
“Shit, you seen them blue lights?”
She said “Don’t think we can make it”
Shots fired, woke up on a hospital bed
Enemy of the state, cop killer what they said

[Outro: Erick The Architect]
Plug addicts, they love rappin’ with me