STU BANGAS, Vanderslice, Step Brothers, Apathy - The Gusto lyrics
[STU BANGAS, Vanderslice, Step Brothers, Apathy - The Gusto lyrics]
An outlaw dressed in black where
The tumbleweeds and dust blow
Cut throats who cut blow and
Men of steel rust slow
UFO's float in the desert like smoke
Mothership, microchips get injected
In my throat all off the books
Taxes implemented by the fascists
Got me lighting books of matches
Burning cities down to ashes
Cause I ain't one for starving
They don't realize what they starting
I be carving Satan stars into
They daughters for a carton
Of some cancer sticks
Steal Masonic manuscripts
Study lies and camera tricks
Shoot until the hammer clicks
Used to dance to Hammer's shit
Now I can barely handle shit
Writing with the candle lit
In concentration camps I sit
Where we burning dollar bills cause
The heats more valuable
And whoever got the water and
Guns is the most powerful
They huff glue and puff 'dro
Sell my soul? Fuck no
The aftermath after cash
Ap's out for the gusto
Flier than ever, fry vanilla
Push 5's and better, cut pies like sellers
Tuck nines and side levers with side betters
Grind for letters
Fuck trying to drive lemons
Keep at least five in the
Denim it's a must though
Just know my G, I'm going for the gusto
Yeah, I'm going for the gusto
Just know my G, I'm going for the gusto
Ayo I scribe fly sentences
Admire my businesses picture it
I'm twisting up sticks like black licorice
For cremation
Brick layer, lay the foundation
Cut without pasting, chef without the apron
Rappers come out their face we about face 'em
Cold case 'em
Will need a blood hound to trace 'em
Push 'em off the planet, outer space 'em
Get it, show you how to lace 'em
Real loose like Timberland boots
Bigger than that man from Syracuse
Verbal abuse i'm on the loose
Bring all the troops, drink all the juice
Burn a bumbaclot drumstick
Fuck a turncoat that jump ship
I'm a legendary rapper
Thunder clapper drum smith
The rebel chemist
Fresher than a bed of lettuce
Paper chasing go where the bread is
Never take a shit where my head is
But trust on criminals
Spray paint my name on the
Walls with the Rusto
I'm out for the motherfucking gusto
I'm a standout kid
I ain't scared to blow but won't go pop
And I don't sink to rhythms
I just stand on top yeah, work ethic up
Soon I'm standing on plots
Who would've thought I went
From futons and cots
To California Kings with a queen from Watts
See I always had bigger dreams than Koch
I always had to pull strings he's a loser
Fuck his little lines used up
I've been merchant dancing with the
Devil under pale moons
And feeling like it's braille on the
Wall I put a nail through
Feel it in the air so I never get compared to
Feeling like I'm dealing out a
Million and ain't scared to
Who doesn't feel Phil Collins?
Who is the new jack who ain't paying homage?
Who kept his promise with the Cats and Dogs?
I'm out to weather the storm
Without the stats and logs i got the gusto
Talented, yes I'm gifted
Boosted, shopping carts of spray paint
Lifted ruthless
Youth is something I ain't buying back
So I be on the grind and while
I'm trying I be eyeing that
The tumbleweeds and dust blow
Cut throats who cut blow and
Men of steel rust slow
UFO's float in the desert like smoke
Mothership, microchips get injected
In my throat all off the books
Taxes implemented by the fascists
Got me lighting books of matches
Burning cities down to ashes
Cause I ain't one for starving
They don't realize what they starting
I be carving Satan stars into
They daughters for a carton
Of some cancer sticks
Steal Masonic manuscripts
Study lies and camera tricks
Shoot until the hammer clicks
Used to dance to Hammer's shit
Now I can barely handle shit
Writing with the candle lit
In concentration camps I sit
Where we burning dollar bills cause
The heats more valuable
And whoever got the water and
Guns is the most powerful
They huff glue and puff 'dro
Sell my soul? Fuck no
The aftermath after cash
Ap's out for the gusto
Flier than ever, fry vanilla
Push 5's and better, cut pies like sellers
Tuck nines and side levers with side betters
Grind for letters
Fuck trying to drive lemons
Keep at least five in the
Denim it's a must though
Just know my G, I'm going for the gusto
Yeah, I'm going for the gusto
Just know my G, I'm going for the gusto
Ayo I scribe fly sentences
Admire my businesses picture it
I'm twisting up sticks like black licorice
For cremation
Brick layer, lay the foundation
Cut without pasting, chef without the apron
Rappers come out their face we about face 'em
Cold case 'em
Will need a blood hound to trace 'em
Push 'em off the planet, outer space 'em
Get it, show you how to lace 'em
Real loose like Timberland boots
Bigger than that man from Syracuse
Verbal abuse i'm on the loose
Bring all the troops, drink all the juice
Burn a bumbaclot drumstick
Fuck a turncoat that jump ship
I'm a legendary rapper
Thunder clapper drum smith
The rebel chemist
Fresher than a bed of lettuce
Paper chasing go where the bread is
Never take a shit where my head is
But trust on criminals
Spray paint my name on the
Walls with the Rusto
I'm out for the motherfucking gusto
I'm a standout kid
I ain't scared to blow but won't go pop
And I don't sink to rhythms
I just stand on top yeah, work ethic up
Soon I'm standing on plots
Who would've thought I went
From futons and cots
To California Kings with a queen from Watts
See I always had bigger dreams than Koch
I always had to pull strings he's a loser
Fuck his little lines used up
I've been merchant dancing with the
Devil under pale moons
And feeling like it's braille on the
Wall I put a nail through
Feel it in the air so I never get compared to
Feeling like I'm dealing out a
Million and ain't scared to
Who doesn't feel Phil Collins?
Who is the new jack who ain't paying homage?
Who kept his promise with the Cats and Dogs?
I'm out to weather the storm
Without the stats and logs i got the gusto
Talented, yes I'm gifted
Boosted, shopping carts of spray paint
Lifted ruthless
Youth is something I ain't buying back
So I be on the grind and while
I'm trying I be eyeing that