CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : No Gods
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 GDmotherf*ckingP
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 f*cking 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
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 GDmotherf*ckingP
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 f*cking 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
