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Dead Rising Original Soundtrack
01. Blame It on the Cold One
02. Fly Routine
03. Slave
04. Heaven's Creepin' In
05. Bored Again
06. On a Mission
07. Justified
08. Dead Rising
09. Frank West
10. Zombie
11. Carlito
12. Adam (Crazy Clown)
13. Cletus (Gun Shop Owner)
14. Brad
15. Kick the Pedal
16. Kent (Rival Photographer)
17. Paul (Arsonist)
18. Army
19. Brock (Commander)
20. Mall Music 1
21. Mall Music 2
22. Mall Music 3
23. Mall Music 4
24. Mall Music 5
25. Mall Music 6
26. Stuck in the Car
27. Entrance Plaza
28. Dr. Barnaby
29. Disquiet
30. Isabela 1
31. Cliff
32. Isabela 2
33. "Sean"
34. Police Officer
35. No Time to Lose
36. Santa Cabeza (Carlito's Locket)
37. Day 4 12:00
38. Escape
39. Method to Prevent Infection
40. Irritation
41. Undercover Scheme
42. What Was Solved?
43. The Last Moment
With the will rhyme stalking in the region of Blackstone
Kid you're down with the jam then let your soul flow
Think you got skill best step to the mic
We can bust fly routines and get high all night I pack rhymes like ammo, never run out you wanna call me Rambo
I'm the conductor of this mastered ceremony
Kid I get it on I ain't the one called phony
Are you in the zone D or all alone G
Did your trend run out like a subscription to a magazine
I spit the venom when I catch a snitch in my web
Cause I'm the crazy style honkey with a dreaded head

You got the fly routine
We got the fly routine
You wanna fly routine

I was standing by the door selling cups for the keg
Counting all the heads making sure they all paid
Then in walks this kid steals a cup from the stack
He didn't pay a dime he thinks he's all that
So I tap him on the shoulder I say you think you're bolder
I'll match your rhyming anytime and take you out like a solider
So I step to the plate the sucker gave me no chase
I'm the bottle of Baisley and you're in checkmate

You got the fly routine
We got the fly routine
You wanna a fly routine
You got the fly routine
We got the fly routine
You wanna a fly routine

So I start to incline I'm busting out phat rhymes
Kid I spin his fucking head like I'm spinning a dime
Kid I showed him no mercy so he'd understand me
Either you got the beef or your just a mic tease
So he sips his cup recommends run and hide
He took me on a voyage like a lyrical ride
He said kid you ain't got nothing and let me tell you something
I'll keep you rhyming all night and keep you up till the morning

What
What you got to say
Come on
Down

So I cut him right off when he stopped to take a breath
Kid the bottle of Baisley seen nothing yet
I'm with he boys HG yo I'm also known as Shootie
And I appetize phat rhymes and get a little loony
So he takes a new stance and turns his hat back
He slammed my fucking rhymes with a baseball bat
I thought this kid was fronting but he really taught me something
So I rolled up a spliff we went out philly blunting

You got the fly routine
We got the fly routine
You wanna fly routine
You got a fly routine
We got the fly routine
You wanna fly routine
What
What you got to say
Come on
Down