No Gods - GDP

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