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Underground rapper/producer from Miami, FL.
G2Z is an underground rapper/producer from Miami, FL.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
#49,552 today
Peak #243
#31,784 in subgenre
Peak #123
Rights
2010 Defacement of Property (D.O.P.) Records
Uploaded
December 05, 2010
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.5 MB • 128 kbps • 4:52
Lyrics
Verse 1:
I'm not a drug dealer, not a B-ball player
Not a hustler, I don't steal, I'm not outrageous
Not the gambling type, I only make small wagers
Sat down to write lines, rambling rhymes
Now I'm grabbing the mic to strangle your mind
You think my rapping is light? You must be out of your mind
Lack of profanity doesn't mean that I'm wack or even a tragedy
The back of your cranium needs batteries
Nickel-cadmium with the lyrical battery
Avidly aggregating the capacity to rapidly
wreak havoc on your raggedy mental cavity
My dental cavities spit vivid analogies
So know that at least, I perform for the artform
This portfolio that I'm pouring my thoughts toward
Hearing my own voice makes the core of my heart warm
I'm out of the box, no more of this cardboard, sing it, man
Chorus:
Day after day my life goes by
No way to escape 'cause time don't stop
Day after day my life goes by
No way to escape 'cause time don't stop
Verse 2:
I'm not a politician, just trying to earn an honest living
without being condescending
Music is the model engine that I'd made a hobby building
back in the day when I was one of the high school children, yo
That's when my split personality emerged
Spending hours to compose a total gallery of words
Academically I was clearly above average, but not perfect
Exerting energy, as a method of burning calories, it worked
That's why I still have slender frame
Still the same size as I was yesterday
Even though I've gained a thousand pounds mentally
Demons stray from my mind with the rhymes that I demonstrate
I penetrate brains like a knife slicing vanilla cake
I'm like LeBron James, saying bye-bye when I elevate
I devote time for reflection and to meditate
I self-medicate, then I accelerate, sing it, man
Chorus:
Day after day my life goes by
No way to escape 'cause time don't stop
Day after day my life goes by
No way to escape 'cause time don't stop
Verse 3:
I'm not a rap artist catcalling to broads
with stacks falling out of my back pocket and all
I'm not the type to take out a dollar and then wave it around
Any money I stumble over goes to the savings account
I'm trying to build a familial dynasty
I wanna become wealthy, but I wanna do it in privacy
I wanna relax but there's no free time to find a seat
because I'm being pursued by the criminals trying to cheat
I'm not a lawbreaker, I'm a law-abider
Long-term, not short-term is what I optimize for
Liquid funds, liquid flow, 'til I'm popping geysers
Drop bombs like J. Robert Oppenheimer
Day after day, I'm paving the way
Patiently enabling a paid-for estate, my own property
That's crazy, creating my own prophecies
then fulfilling them, the lyrics end, sing it, man
Chorus:
Day after day my life goes by
No way to escape 'cause time don't stop
Day after day my life goes by
No way to escape 'cause time don't stop
