[Track 03 from Mucho Gusto]
[Verse 1: GILPRO]
This that no chorus rap right here
Simply a rendition of my Hip-Hop mainstay edition
I’m acrobatic with words an expert with verbs
Can make them combine to
Chime at the precise time
I'm like a mime sometimes
All movement but no sound
Bound to the ground by my Mexican roots
Which look like the croc skin boots my pop put on his two
Along with sombrero when he came from Huejo
A pueblo in Mexico, Mexico, pais full of maise
The staple crop that was able to stable the economy
Purity is not in the air that city that’s a pity
The city had history from the Aztecs to the Toltecs
Now shut up and check out my specs
Doubt me that’s disrespect
I piled the words in the correct order to form
It all from the dome that's why beginners foam
At the mouth when they hear my vocabulary you see
This is a necessity If you want to be
A vital being in these things called sessions
Pension is not needed in these contracts
Just contact from mouth to ear
That's all you need to hear
To feel this sheer enjoyment of this genre
Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Is in tip top and it
Won’t escape my mind as long as I'm alive
So please don’t deprive me of this time I have to shine
Cause that would be a motherfucking crime
I bind the words so they can
Smoothly Penetrate and soothe your eardrum
Making it lyrically numb
With blissful beats that hit you hard rattle your soul
And get the heart pumping but when it all comes down to it
You're just an amateur working on this architecture
Never ask me what were you doing there?
What were you doing there?
The answer will always be
I'm the grand master lecturer
[Bridge: Tyler Durden]
We've been all raised by television to believe that one day we'd all Be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars, but we won't and We're slowly learning that fact and we're very very pissed off
[Verse 2: GILPRO]
It’s no lie, It's no lie I’m not just unsigned hype
I'm that type of guy That has no limit in the motherfucking sky
Adapt or die, fight or flight, live your life
Shake a dice, roll the vice, lemme give you some advice
The law is flawed, fucking fake and fraud Innocent will be at fault
Turn around take it raw Johnny Law wants it all
I said it must be why a Mexican ain’t famous
Odds stacked up against me even in Vegas
They waiting for my touch I’m Midas
They waiting for my love I'm righteous
[Verse 1: GILPRO]
This that no chorus rap right here
Simply a rendition of my Hip-Hop mainstay edition
I’m acrobatic with words an expert with verbs
Can make them combine to
Chime at the precise time
I'm like a mime sometimes
All movement but no sound
Bound to the ground by my Mexican roots
Which look like the croc skin boots my pop put on his two
Along with sombrero when he came from Huejo
A pueblo in Mexico, Mexico, pais full of maise
The staple crop that was able to stable the economy
Purity is not in the air that city that’s a pity
The city had history from the Aztecs to the Toltecs
Now shut up and check out my specs
Doubt me that’s disrespect
I piled the words in the correct order to form
It all from the dome that's why beginners foam
At the mouth when they hear my vocabulary you see
This is a necessity If you want to be
A vital being in these things called sessions
Pension is not needed in these contracts
Just contact from mouth to ear
That's all you need to hear
To feel this sheer enjoyment of this genre
Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Is in tip top and it
Won’t escape my mind as long as I'm alive
So please don’t deprive me of this time I have to shine
Cause that would be a motherfucking crime
I bind the words so they can
Smoothly Penetrate and soothe your eardrum
Making it lyrically numb
With blissful beats that hit you hard rattle your soul
And get the heart pumping but when it all comes down to it
You're just an amateur working on this architecture
Never ask me what were you doing there?
What were you doing there?
The answer will always be
I'm the grand master lecturer
[Bridge: Tyler Durden]
We've been all raised by television to believe that one day we'd all Be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars, but we won't and We're slowly learning that fact and we're very very pissed off
[Verse 2: GILPRO]
It’s no lie, It's no lie I’m not just unsigned hype
I'm that type of guy That has no limit in the motherfucking sky
Adapt or die, fight or flight, live your life
Shake a dice, roll the vice, lemme give you some advice
The law is flawed, fucking fake and fraud Innocent will be at fault
Turn around take it raw Johnny Law wants it all
I said it must be why a Mexican ain’t famous
Odds stacked up against me even in Vegas
They waiting for my touch I’m Midas
They waiting for my love I'm righteous
( GILPRO )
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