Name: Don't Speak
Description: There are three things that I truly do not care about: the simplicity of my instrumentals, the subject matter of my lyrics, and my lack of singing ability. Unfortunately for you, I decided not to care about all three of these things in the same song.

Don't Speak

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There are three things that I truly do not care about: the simplicity of my instrumentals, the subject matter of my lyrics, and my lack of singing ability. Unfortunately for you, I decided not to care about all three of these things in the same song.

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G2Z

Underground rapper/producer from Miami, FL.

G2Z is an underground rapper/producer from Miami, FL.

Song Info

Genre

Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General

Charts

Peak #4,745

Peak in subgenre #2,419

Author

G2Z

Rights

2005 Defacement of Property (D.O.P.) Records

Uploaded

May 29, 2005

Track Files

MP3

MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00

Lyrics

Intro:
(Woooo)
I don't give a damn about a beat
I'm the type to light a candle in a tree
Five, six, eleven, eighteen
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) 

Chorus:
Don't speak
'cause I don't give a damn about a beat
so you people think I am a wannabe
but your minds are too mechanical to me
Just sleep, I would rather you not speak
'cause I don't give a damn about a beat
so you people think I am a wannabe
but your rhymes sincerely lack ability
Oh please, I know that I cannot sing

Verse 1:
You people are overcritical
I don't give a damn about a rhythm, yo
I care more about the mental than the physical
The instrumentals are just cabinets where my lyrics go
If you don't approve, then you're better off standing in the road
during the night, in the middle lane
Stab yourself, pierced with a knife, right up in your brain
'til your blood gushes and flies out of your little veins, now you can get away
like you just heard gunshots, you busters run, flock
Cop my new album by the drugstore across
the street, look for the man with the Usher lunchbox
That's just me standing at the nearest bus stop
Selling CDs, arranged and recorded
with a PC, Windows XP
Intel, hell no, it's AMD
So play with these, okay, don't speak

Chorus:
Don't speak
'cause I don't give a damn about a beat
so you people think I am a wannabe
but your minds are too mechanical to me
Just sleep, I would rather you not speak
'cause I don't give a damn about a beat
so you people think I am a wannabe
but your rhymes sincerely lack ability
Oh please, I know that I cannot sing

Verse 2:
Resounding through your speakers
I don't give a damn about my lyrics either
Smoke weed, roll up a pound within a reefer
then listen to this verse, sit down then get a heat stroke
Before your parents come around, pull out Febreeze from
under the sink, there it is, right beside the three tubs
of K-Y Jelly, Tide and Clorox bleach and
Five used Trojan condoms filled with skeet, yuck
You flushed the semen, pulled down the toilet lever
but somehow, some of it wound up on the seat, thus
a twelve-year-old girl sat down and got in vitro
fertilization, got round, grew double-D's then
got an abortion right around one, two, or three months
Then took you to court, she clowned you to the cleaners
What is this verse about? Man, I don't even
know, so just shut your mouth and do not speak, bruh

Chorus:
Don't speak
'cause I don't give a damn about a beat
so you people think I am a wannabe
but your minds are too mechanical to me
Just sleep, I would rather you not speak
'cause I don't give a damn about a beat
so you people think I am a wannabe
but your rhymes sincerely lack ability
Oh please, I know that I cannot sing

Verse 3:
No high-hats on the beat, I happen to be
a rhyme bastard and the mic master, you need
to masturbate like its the cabaret
let the beat marinate, I think I'm half-deranged
that is an aberration I can't erase
like using a Sharpie to sign your panty lace
I'm not even wasting time, trying to be fancy, babe
Throw dollars at you just like I'm Fannie Mae
Wait, that was wack
You can toss that around like a Hacky Sack
Take caution, my style has mass impact
Throw you off like a box full of Apple Jacks
Throw you off like I just finished casual sex
I possess a big head like a Cabbage Patch
What the heck does that mean? That's so ambiguous
I figured this, so don't ask me questions, don't speak

Chorus:
Don't speak
'cause I don't give a damn about a beat
so you people think I am a wannabe
but your minds are too mechanical to me
Just sleep, I would rather you not speak
'cause I don't give a damn about a beat
so you people think I am a wannabe
but your rhymes sincerely lack ability
Oh please, I know that I cannot sing

Outro:
I'm not your secret Santa, so shoo
I'm not a Super-Saiyan or Goku
I'm not the dude you're jacking off to
'cause I don't give a damn about you

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