Ima comic book reader, Ima anime watcher
about to take over like a pack of train hoppers
on the Muni with immunity
music aint new to me
I speak truth brutally, I need loot truthfully
known to shoot the breeze on Micah Aza beats
time to take a leak, on the game to say the least
I say my peace and then I’m out man
living off of CalGrants, and I don’t go to school
from California to the mountains folks know me
dog and pony shows, most are phony
I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and no bologna
holy smokes, no seeds or stems in my OZ’s
and I don’t even smoke dope, beats by my homie Micah Aza
burning like a laser on the drum pads
we’ve come to save rap the flavors on your mustache
haha, punch lines trying to have a fun time
living in the fog got me looking for the sunshine
one time for Cali, two times for NC
I said it now my Carolina blue eyes are misty
a new kind of emcee, Gus Cutty face it
under-rated, hated, take your lunch money, faded
Im a Gurp City citizen, drunk on the lords day
black out and wake up with my face in a storm drain
gourmet song maker
Im in the wrong state of mind to make hits
I’m kinda cutty like a crossfader
a ballbreaker, long walk taker, short pier
pissed off, woke up on the floor and drink a warm beer
back to the fact this is rap, this is real life
I feel like, slapping A&Rs with a steel pipe
I realize it’s a business plan, it’s building a brand
all a part of filling the stands but I aint feeling it man
it aint a game, it’s an art form
wake the fuck up like I laid into a car horn
star wars are fabricated
agitated cats’ll take it too far, the labels say decapitate him
cause they don’t care about your well being
tell me to go hard and Ima hit the road and send a postcard
I’m out!
-Gus Cutty from “Don’t Cut It”
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