Gas Mask - Apollo Brown, The Left, Journalist 103

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!