GDP, G. Wallace - Location lyrics
[GDP, G. Wallace - Location lyrics]
See rifles ain't inspiring were inspiring
And rhyming is a hand to mouth lifestyle
It's a cycle if you lime-wire pirate
Don't seem so suprised when
Your album drops and no one buys it
Declining and ya titty's won't be worth
More cause G wallace
Signed them you can't shake a stick at this
And i may get shit from this, stick to
Listening and stop spitting, your
Perception of talent
So out of whack you think you
Have it when this bandwagon is
As crowded as a train called auschwitz
Millions lost in the holocaust, im not
Pessimistic or misinformed
Just feel like im in a 1994 time warp
So i show up late and avoid mc beat a
Dead horse, it's like a jungle
Sometimes, i smoke an elephant
Could some of
You shut the fuck up to fifth elements
Of this, fairweather friend of a culture
Where anyone you know will fuck you over
For exposure
And everyone is welcome at shows
But stay in the
Crowd, just cause you rap doesnt
Mean that you should, can you hear me
Now, help the cause hold your
Tongue instead of your balls
Before you walk you gotta crawl and i
Hope mc's don't write songs like
This one again, but you expect to
Get on the guest list
Stay to watch your friends, leave
On all the other acts
Then complain hip hop is dead
And where were you
When it was on it's death bed then
And rhyming is a hand to mouth lifestyle
It's a cycle if you lime-wire pirate
Don't seem so suprised when
Your album drops and no one buys it
Declining and ya titty's won't be worth
More cause G wallace
Signed them you can't shake a stick at this
And i may get shit from this, stick to
Listening and stop spitting, your
Perception of talent
So out of whack you think you
Have it when this bandwagon is
As crowded as a train called auschwitz
Millions lost in the holocaust, im not
Pessimistic or misinformed
Just feel like im in a 1994 time warp
So i show up late and avoid mc beat a
Dead horse, it's like a jungle
Sometimes, i smoke an elephant
Could some of
You shut the fuck up to fifth elements
Of this, fairweather friend of a culture
Where anyone you know will fuck you over
For exposure
And everyone is welcome at shows
But stay in the
Crowd, just cause you rap doesnt
Mean that you should, can you hear me
Now, help the cause hold your
Tongue instead of your balls
Before you walk you gotta crawl and i
Hope mc's don't write songs like
This one again, but you expect to
Get on the guest list
Stay to watch your friends, leave
On all the other acts
Then complain hip hop is dead
And where were you
When it was on it's death bed then