Lyrics Gas Mask - Apollo Brown, The Left, Journalist 103

Gas Mask

Shit is killing me
Can’t fucking breath, Ayo
I had a vision when I started spitting
To be a part of the hip hop conglomerate amongst the illest
But right now its a real sickness
An epidemic of gimmicks thats being spread through your sound system
Not everybody got um hands, sing along with it
Just lean back snap pop and you’ll get it
Cause all those who spit lyrics That?
Unless you battlin' ain’t no need for rhyme fitness
Dumbass hooks can get you dollar sign digits
A nice whip a nice crib and mad bitches
Interviews by swimming pools the whole ticket
Just sign your soul on the dotted line who needs spirit?
Integrity and morality just old?
There ain’t no need for no real songs or no real feelings
This shit is toxic killing the real death alive
Its The Left and the Gas Mask we must survive!
All the wack gimmicks
Its more than I can handle
All the people hatin'
This is the last straw
I make connection with the dots that shouldn’t be connected
Or make it simple quite plain so the folks can check it
New York rappers all complain because they disrespected
While the rappers in Detroit don’t get no recognition
Even if rappers in Oakland don’t share the vision
Of the music of the famous of the wealthy livin'
Thats kind of strange like the story of the?
Piper
Play a tune for the youth, lead them to Hell’s fire
There ain’t no balance in the game and the haters dire
Like refugees in need of food they keep dyin'
Theres a thin grind in between a market sceam
And raw talent overshadowed by the glitz and gleam
This the way of the black facin' and sambo
So em rap forces of freedom just call me Rambo
This shit is toxic killin the waters death alive
This is The Left and the Gas Mask we must survive!