Succumb - GDP

Crunk butter, bubblegum sucker emcee’s

We’re not brothers, don’t hug me

Just succumb to the funk

Then come for the music

Stay for the drugs

This one goes out to the tar in my lungs

The guitar and the drums

Big ups to Al Saw — my man pots and pans

Break dutch, and put the roach out on the van

Traded a copy of Involvement for a gram

Said it’s FDA approved to make you shake your filthy rotten ass

J Stamps, maybe they didn’t know what to think at first

And then it’s like bing!

A lightbulb blinks, then it occurs

You’ve just confirmed every rumor I’ve heard

So let the DJ get word

And scratch it like someone poured itching powder all down his shirt

From New Jers'

For the world

That’s my oyster

And up-and-comers smell my hustle —

Ask for pointers

Or some sort of Division East affiliation

So that they can quit their day-shift

And come on vacation

From state to state

Another day, another dollar menu

Another shady promoter, another seedy fucking venue

Just give in to the rhythm, live it

Fuck around and sink your teeth in it

And done did em' another penny’s worth of wisdom

Complements of the peanut gallery

I try to surround myself with naive young girls down to breed

The east coast is cheetoes

Emcee’s are dangerously cheesy

Uplifting rap is far too preachy

And if GDP seems too big for his bridges

It’s probably because they don’t lead anywhere

Hip Hop is not a business

Fuck what you thought

And what you’ve sought after

The glamour and glitz of the cornball rap world

They tried to build Rome in a day

I’m like, you have to beg my pardon

But I’m horrible with names

And act suspicious

The sacrilegious

Rap’s Sid Vicious

Less talk, more get money, fuck bitches

Get on over like a bride

And spit to influence the youngsters

Do drugs, we’re already dead like The Munsters

Just let loose to the groove

True, I want to sniff some glue

Smoked my body weight in opium

And slept all afternoon

They said hey, somebody has to bring the fear back in rap

Matter fact, I’ll do a GDP concert and get stabbed

Hands on the mpc-2k pad like a harp

More in 16 bars than in some rappers whole careers

So peers can see me stack cheddar like Lord Sear

We can politic like lobbyists and solve problems with fists

All I’m saying is name one instance when I’m not the shit

I suppose I’ve got a certain way about me

Like there’s conviction in everything I say — no boundaries

Weed brownies and a vodka tonic stiff

Put me where I need to be when scheming mediocre chicks

The clam dip was halibut

She hollered when she heard me

Peace to Rumek and Terrorist

No subways in Jersey

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