GDP - No Gods lyrics
[GDP - No Gods lyrics]
I thank goodness my beat
Selection is this nasty
And I lace every jammy that gets thrown on
Rappers sound like they got peanut butter
On the roof of their mouths, Don't talk
And start the revolution without a soapbox
No Gods pop in the cassette tape like "Saw"
(Do you wanna play a game)
If she don't look 18 then
I'm not asking her age
Then there I go playing star again
Turn the page GDmotherfuckingP
Like yeah by now they've heard the name
Doing what I was born to
Even if gas is 4 dollars a gallon
We siphon other people tanks and keep driving
With Black Zaker whylin'in Rhode Island
Just ask him about it
Spread the word to Bean Town
How uncanny the sound is
None of that clown shit, dumbin down kids
That would rather youtube the show then go
Casualties of the performing arts
In apocalyptic times
A skeptic of popular thought
But it subconsciously influences mine
The truth is a lie but we got to it
Urge the youth to turn the radio off
That shit is not music
It all started in the Bronx
Now a worldwide scene
I'm 30 minutes west maintaining by any means
Humble beginnings and happy endings
Smoke, fall asleep, wake up, keep stressing
And I could write songs
Expressing my belief's
But that's hardly enough
Shop life from Walmart
Upper decker at Starbucks
Unregistered guns, hard luck, hard drugs
Out of fucking mind or brilliant?
You be the judge the ciphers 2 puffs
So I roll one for the face
Said I'd try to quit but everyone's
So full of shit these days
Because security cameras don't make
Me feel more safe i'm not ready to die but
That doesn't mean I'm afraid
I don't need a therapist to
Tell me I'm insane
The televisions on but I don't
Listen to anything they say
Or buy products cause a portion
Gets donated to AIDS i know shes on the pill
Already forgot her name
Like alcohol is poison made to
Keep me in my place
But it feels so much better
To drink it all away
Selection is this nasty
And I lace every jammy that gets thrown on
Rappers sound like they got peanut butter
On the roof of their mouths, Don't talk
And start the revolution without a soapbox
No Gods pop in the cassette tape like "Saw"
(Do you wanna play a game)
If she don't look 18 then
I'm not asking her age
Then there I go playing star again
Turn the page GDmotherfuckingP
Like yeah by now they've heard the name
Doing what I was born to
Even if gas is 4 dollars a gallon
We siphon other people tanks and keep driving
With Black Zaker whylin'in Rhode Island
Just ask him about it
Spread the word to Bean Town
How uncanny the sound is
None of that clown shit, dumbin down kids
That would rather youtube the show then go
Casualties of the performing arts
In apocalyptic times
A skeptic of popular thought
But it subconsciously influences mine
The truth is a lie but we got to it
Urge the youth to turn the radio off
That shit is not music
It all started in the Bronx
Now a worldwide scene
I'm 30 minutes west maintaining by any means
Humble beginnings and happy endings
Smoke, fall asleep, wake up, keep stressing
And I could write songs
Expressing my belief's
But that's hardly enough
Shop life from Walmart
Upper decker at Starbucks
Unregistered guns, hard luck, hard drugs
Out of fucking mind or brilliant?
You be the judge the ciphers 2 puffs
So I roll one for the face
Said I'd try to quit but everyone's
So full of shit these days
Because security cameras don't make
Me feel more safe i'm not ready to die but
That doesn't mean I'm afraid
I don't need a therapist to
Tell me I'm insane
The televisions on but I don't
Listen to anything they say
Or buy products cause a portion
Gets donated to AIDS i know shes on the pill
Already forgot her name
Like alcohol is poison made to
Keep me in my place
But it feels so much better
To drink it all away