Lyrics Succumb - GDP

Succumb

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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