(Verse 1)
sh*t is killing me
Can't f*cking breath, Ayo
The Left
I had a vision when I started spitting
To be a part of a hip hop conglomerate amongst the illest
But right now it's a real sickness
An epidemic of gimmicks that's being spread through your sound system
Not everybody got 'em hands, sing along with it
Just lean snap and pop back and you'll get it
Cause all those who spit lyrics- they're forbidden
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 b*tches
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 real feelings
This sh*t is toxic killing the real death 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 sex 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 are complaining 'cause 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 and 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 need is dire
Like refugees in need of food, they're kids dyin'
Theres a thin grind in between a market scheme and raw talento
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*t is toxic killin the waters death alive
This is The Left and the Gas Mask we must survive!
(Chorus)