Journalist 103 - Gas Mask lyrics

(Verse 1) sh** is k**ing me Can't f**ing breath, Ayo The Left 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 'em hands, sing along with it Just lean back snap pop and you'll get it Cause all those who spit lyrics- they're forbidden Unless you battlin' ain't no need for rhyme fitness Dumba** hooks can get you dollar sign digits A nice whip a nice crib and mad b**hes Interviews by swimming pools the whole ticket Just sign your soul on the dotted line who needs spirit? Integrity and morality just omit it There ain't no need for no real songs or no real feelings This sh** is toxic k**ing the real d**h alive Its The Left and the Gas Mask we must survive! (Chorus) (I can't take it) All the wack gimmicks (I can't take it) All the fake lyrics (I can't take it) All the s** scandals (I can't take it) Its more than I can handle (I can't take it) All the people hatin' (I can't take it) It gets frustratin' (I can't take it) This is the last straw (I can't take it) Heres comes that real raw (Verse 2) 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 Pied 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 sh** is toxic k**in the waters d**h alive This is The Left and the Gas Mask we must survive! (Chorus)