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Underground rapper/producer from Miami, FL.
G2Z is an underground rapper/producer from Miami, FL.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,266
Peak in subgenre #133
Author
G2Z
Rights
2005 Defacement of Property (D.O.P.) Records
Uploaded
August 11, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Yo...
Intro:
Yo
Yo, niggas are talking shit
Niggas are talking shit but do not accomplish shit
Bitch, I'm in college, bitch
So I'm a sellout? You need to get out
Verse 1:
Well, I gotta get this shit out
Just because I'm attending a college, I'm a sellout?
I'm turning my against my culture, trying to get out
and have a career as an adult, now I stand out
like a Red Sox fan at Yankee Stadium
I'm a fuckin' mascot, man? I have to say to ya
that you people are nuts, macadamias
trying to re-enact the punchlines stacked on radios
Breeding in your cranium, spreading like bacteria
telling you black people to carry a gat everywhere
during this rap era that's steadily flatlinear
Really, it's that serious, hear me out, I'm curious
What is your problem with it? Just because I speak proper English
either my pop is rich or I'm gay
What the fuck kind of logic is that? Get out my face
Caught in a chronological trap, you're still enslaved
Chorus:
Meanwhile, I'm a sellout
'cause I'm not dropping a street album to sell out
At a university now, what the hell I
look like to you? Ease out of my life
'cause the sellout is you, you need to get out,
you fuckin' sellout
Yeah, I'll punch your shit out
(Sellout, sellout)
(Sellout, sellout)
Verse 2:
Nigga, you wanna die, nigga?
Wanna lie in a canal when I pull my trigger?
Two nine millas shoot loud bullets
when move my finger, that's how you want me to rhyme?
Well, it figures, I don't murder people
but neither do you, you never have killed a person
since released from the womb, but yet you still regurgitate this
like you're speaking the truth in every verse demonstration
I'm kinda strange 'cause I think first education,
then music career because getting signed to a label's like
playing musical chairs, put a record out, don't even get
ten loops of the snare, then what happens now?
You're unemployed in a void with no diploma
Your life's buried underneath the soil above your shoulder
Can't brush that off, young boy becomes a growing
statistic, motherfucker, that's not this kid
Chorus:
Meanwhile, I'm a sellout
'cause I'm not dropping a street album to sell out
At a university now, what the hell I
look like to you? Ease out of my life
'cause the sellout is you, you need to get out,
you fuckin' sellout
Yeah, I'll punch your shit out
(Sellout, sellout)
(Sellout, sellout)
Verse 3:
I heard Gary's the type to then marry a white woman
after he heightens in wealth, I heard all of these
weak arguments spilled, I probably won't, probably will
As far as I'm concerned, that's still a spot to be filled
I just turned nineteen, come on, partner, be real
Can I at least hear something that doesn't connotate fear?
This is me, only myself, no marketing here
I'm not a walking advertisement for hypocrisy, chill
I'm quite realer, I deserve race suspect
Glorify failure, don't wanna praise success
You're drowning in envy, might as well save your breath
Time to rebound your credit and erase your debts
I can't believe I'm saying this, usually I'm more humble
Usually, I don't rap, usually, I just mumble
about some random ass shit, leaving you rather puzzled
now that I'm having this fit, I try to keep out of trouble, but shit
Chorus:
Meanwhile, I'm a sellout
'cause I'm not dropping a street album to sell out
At a university now, what the hell I
look like to you? Ease out of my life
'cause the sellout is you, you need to get out,
you fuckin' sellout
Yeah, I'll punch your shit out
(Sellout, sellout)
(Sellout, sellout)
Outro:
Got some fuckin' nerve
