Gutta Music

Yeah, ah, it feels so good to be up in here, man

Yeah, JMT, Reef the Lost Cauze, Chief Kamach'

Shit got to change, baby

Yo, they put white picket fences on all black houses

Cauze Kilimanjaro, you Brokeback Mountain

Since that "Feast" drop, everybody on Shareef jock

I am what I am, without a deal from Reebok

While y'all was poppin' and lockin', doin' the beatbox

I was in the streets, ock, mean glock tryin' to be 'Pac

Wisdom came in the form of seein' teeth knocked

Great G's shot, tell me when will the beef stop?

I don't think it ever will

That's why I might seem relaxed, dog, but I could never chill

If that shiesty bitch don't kill me, then the cheddar will

You think like a man with no hands, we could never build

I'm from the era where they measured skill

And if you disrespected the mic, then they disrespect your grill

The era was truly gone

But it's 'bout to be resurrected by the Cauze, Kamach' and big Louie Dogs, what?

This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it

We just dumbin' it out, but ain't nothin' stupid

Time waits for no man, and such is proven

We keep it fuckin' movin', ain't nothin' to it

This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it

We just dumbin' it out, but ain't nothin' stupid

Time waits for no man, and such is proven

We keep it fuckin' movin', ain't nothin' to it

Yo, the forty days of wack MC's blown apart

Replenish the earth, last miracle, Noah's Ark

Rep like I own a art, Chief whole zone is dark

They want my mind and birth time so they can clone the chart

Hallelujah, Hell 'll do ya, Messiah spark

Crown ruler, crush medulla's, we quiet hearts

While my slum street angel play a riot harp

Confusin' but amusin' to a mind that's smart

What you expect when you hear the fresh fire start

Black sage, urban monk

Spiritually, you deserve the trunk

I got pistols with crystals, you pussies never heard the pump

Futuristic AK's make turbans jump

Leave bodies on the side 'til the curb is sunk, Deer Hunter

This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it

We just dumbin' it out, but ain't nothin' stupid

Time waits for no man, and such is proven

We keep it fuckin' movin', ain't nothin' to it

This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it

We just dumbin' it out, but ain't nothin' stupid

Time waits for no man, and such is proven

We keep it fuckin' movin', ain't nothin' to it

With the Jake I'll never cooperate

A fuckin' vial of hate that God forsake

I'll scar your face, Allah you Akbar, God is great

You an animal that speak with the cops

Bleed the block, Vinnie Pazienza, Reef and Kamach'

I'll feast on the crops, leave your body bleedin' from shots

My stone hands leavin' you with unbelievable knots

A key to the lock, my spiritual is an anomaly

I got the spirit of Bill Hicks inside of me

Military minded, shoot to kill

With the weaponry of Minister Farooq Khalil

It's Lucifer's will, why Abyssinians fail

But Israeli troops 'll storm the Palestinian jails

It ain't like we never lost before

I just think we should externalize the cost of war

I'm like a sorcerer, Black Tibetan monks

Louie Dogs, my thoughts is pure

This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it

We just dumbin' it out, but ain't nothin' stupid

Time waits for no man, and such is proven

We keep it fuckin' movin', ain't nothin' to it

This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it

We just dumbin' it out, but ain't nothin' stupid

Time waits for no man, and such is proven

We keep it fuckin' movin', ain't nothin' to it