C-Gats
you might have made it from the bottom...but i’m still there/
providing my struggle throughout these verses...with a mean snare/
i'm inking my life...i wear my heart upon a tattered sleeve/
so when i feel a beat...it’s like i'm writing on a battered sheet/
jostled and bruised but see the light whenever... darkness sets in/
like i'm noah in his ark when i’ve departed... lets swim/
if that vessel ever sinks...i’ll never blink, call me survivorman/
whenever feeling like i'm trapped...i’ve got macgyver plans/
if anything is holding me down....music’s my vital stand/
while rising like a phoenix out the fire...thats my tribal chant/
the embers are the demons receding...shedding my skeletons/
enemies retreating...defeated, evil will never win/
not in my cypher...i’m living a life of betterment/
youre bitter when i’m winnin’...but life is sweeter than entenmann's/
so lick the bowl and share a piece.... of the pie plate/
or roll up out the oven... if it’s too hot, then why wait/

HOOK x2:
can't shake this feeling... I’ll never let it go/
channel energy through music...with my pen I grow/
though life is hard.... we found our inner peace/
writing bars is our therapy...you are what you eat/

Grey
If you are what you eat, i must be an emcee
check my cold freezer and fridge trust me it’s empty
I roam the streets with a fork and knife,
eat you while you’re still breathing life, you’ll say the pain is torture like
orphan type scorching mics since abhorrent tyke
thats why when i look at hip hop’s menu I order light
expected home cooked but all I got was pop tarts
if their filling still frozen i’m dousing them with hot sauce
got lost, searching for the drive thru
me and my crew on the hunt for perfect mind food
munchies x2, just from puffin the kind
...that you keep stashed, even if one-time finds you
....thanksgiving plate pillage
they’ll retell it as an atheist Grey who ate children
...i’ll can fry heros and bake villains
I eat em all with a small side of snake venom

HOOK x2:
can't shake this feeling... I’ll never let it go/
channel energy through music...with my pen I grow/
though life is hard.... we found our inner peace/
writing bars is our therapy...you are what you eat/

aGG
Yes you are what you eat, writing bars be the therapy,
Malevolently movin through life, hoping to set it free,
...The burden is great, when I rhyme, it's served on a plate,
...But still the masses, they turning away...
Like it's the worst thing they got in their lives...
...That nigga aGG, yo, he must be out of his mind,
Cause at the drop of a dime, he go from zero to sixty,
The hero, within me, will revolt, cause here, no one gets me,
That's when I look within the beats for my inner peace,
....The music is my living centerpiece...
...they say that music has the charms to still soothe the inner beast,
...the olive branch, it still could, extend a leaf,
Decrease the negative, this be the medicine,
Won't stop til I be with sleep's closest relative...
can't shake this, Never let it go again,
Regained my focus, control, when I hold my pen...