GatZilla (C​-​Gats & Zpu​-​Zilla) - Attack on Titan

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released November 19, 2013

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Track Name: Attack on Titan
fight to the death...
rhymes in my chest bless thoughts...never rest/
quest for the best...let off, like a tech 9/
round out the chamber...it's the new kid in town, say hello to ya neighbor/
the savior a true messiah...kaleidoscope on my paper/
the words that im writing ...they fracture light,many angles/
arranging ya view ...changin ya inner child ...to a betta you/
it's been a while...im tryin' to throw you a betta tune/
the game is fucked up...
the world is burnin as it's turnin ... rape and murder is the furthest theyre concerned with/
the money earnin...and posturing with that funny church shit/
are the tools that a dummy...works with, yeah/
i got my boots on...ready for the battle/
on my horse ridin' beats...i am ready for the saddle/
while these bovines are grazin...i am ready for the cattle/
as they stampede the stage...i make a burger out a rapper (eat em)/


CHORUS X2:
it's attack on titan...i'm fightin' the revolution/
watch me bite my hand...and turn inhuman/
breakin through the wall human wreckin ball...fightin back is useless/
if you wanna take an L...then bring ya crew in/

when i die burn a fire... for tired liars, ignitin' 'em/
i am zion a lion....my prides higher than kite wires/
bright lights wired.... produce fodder for true fighters/
i bruise mics for dudes... writin since two siders/
a loose cannon but loyal...spoil my war brothers/
embroiled we foil ....the oil coveting thought suckers/
yo recognize... ive been alive my pen aligned/
so when i jot my ...better rhymes i send a vibe/
inner eyes killin the ...thinner minds get penalized/
sinners die listen im.... spittin vicious its dinner time/
so come kick it ill punch your ticket ....for this ride/
unforgettable moments scripted ....in this rhyme/
so when its time for funeral pyres...this line/
should burn another image of this guy...like quicktime/
in the mind of.... a thousand and one loyalists/
my legacy solidified....to justify the toiling/

CHORUS X2:
it's attack on titan...i'm fightin' the revolution/
watch me bite my hand...and turn inhuman/
breakin through the wall human wreckin ball...fightin back is useless/
if you wanna take an L...then bring ya crew in/
Track Name: GatZilla (Track Killaz)
gatzilla, track killas...we're back, feel us/
peace to al x...i know you wanna rap nigga/
but back to bus-iness...swagger rappers, dont give a shit/
about em, i am militant..i’ll .fire shots and hit a bitch/
pop these little rappers on they ridilin...they shittin bricks/
im the one whose blood...it got some vinegar and piss in it/
yo, we are the torchbearers...yall are scared as fuck/
when we run up on your stage...put our middle fingers up, you suck/
you betta duck too...got the crowd like fuck you/
chuck food at ya dumb crew...bums move/
so crude wit the one twos...everytime my lungs move/
son do work very rugged...tuck tools/
cus you aint... hurtin nothin on that mic, just shoot/

CHORUS X2:
it's gatzilla track killaz...runnin through ya town/
betta find shelter...when you hear the monster growl/
it's the beast with a mic...spittin fire from it's mouth/
like an atom bomb...everytime we're stompin' through a crowd/

verbally mean thats word up ...you hurtin my team i'll burn em/
yeah it's curtains...when i turn to a murder machine/
you holdin work...how you fit em in skinnier jeans/
yall look silly to me...it's nothin to billy your teeth/
sympathy, please .... i feel it the feeling is brief/
hip hop's wolverine .. yall villains to me/
adamantium bars...fused with skeletal/;
scars prove my mettle...im hard, you are jell-o/
hello fellow...claim you ballin' like car-melo/
ya cars yellow, got helicopters...and for-eign hoes/
your borrowed clothes...look tarnished though/
ya god's green ... what youre prayin to is hard to grope/
it's hard to cope wit reality... when money's on your mind/
and your hung-a-ry...the grumblin in ya tummy is a lie/
when your sittin on a cloud...and your shootin for the sky/
to the stars and your people want a ride...but you glide by/

CHORUS X2:
it's gatzilla track killaz...runnin through ya town/
betta find shelter...when you hear the monster growl/
it's the beast with a mic...spittin fire from it's mouth/
like an atom bomb...everytime we're stompin' through a crowd/
Track Name: Soul
some say it dont exist...others say it keeps us movin/
in this world full of hatred and violence... it keeps us human/
i dont like to play the game... of semantics so i dont get involved/
dont believe in spirits...but i do believe in metaphors/
our language has evolved...over centuries new vernaculars/
specatular, artistically gifted...writers with pads and pens/
provided me with pride...for my ancestry of africans/
songs that came from warriors...oppressed people and activists/


CHORUS X2:
that four letter word...understand the role/
people think that...i believe in ghosts/
no..
when i say i feel the beat...or motivated by my goals/
best believe i mean...i got a lotta soul/



so even though im not religious...and dont believe in spirits/
i can never tell man ... to not have spirit/
yall are wilin off the definition...livid and vile despite the context/
words are just some letters ...used to jot text/
the progress is in the way we mock less and act... to be honest/
and we've been actin childish...and rational a lot less/
so take a step back for perspective...a deeper look/
when i say i have soul... not the meaning inside a book/
i mean im livin a free life...so im feelin' just like i should/
in the hood...but i feel like a million dollars im good/
while you can take my money...you cant take that from me/
i'm a fighter well enlightened...im too bright to be a dummy/
keep it sunny on the inside..poetically im speakin/
soul is glowin when i flow...it's like im runnin through the speakers/
never fallin for your speeches...or conformin to your weakness/
undefeated in my mind...cus real soul is true freedom (nah mean)/

CHORUS X4:
that four letter word...understand the role/
people think that...i believe in ghosts/
no..
when i say i feel the beat...or motivated by my goals/
best believe i mean...i got a lotta soul/
Track Name: Remember
the feeling is such a rush now...movement is centrifugal, all around/
never limitin range of my passion...or fall down/
we kick the raw sounds...yeah the lyrics are rare/
if you dont care for a kick and a snare..you get a pair/
of these big nuts...kiss em, still the rhythm is there/
we take it back... where we chill on the stairs/
the night air blows..and all you hear is beat boxin, unique toxins/
in-toxicatin' my cadence... rock 'em/
when fame wasnt famous...and shame was a problem/
we came with the pain ...of our fathers/
the pain of our moms...in our sonnets/
for some...neither one to be honest/
so pain came from...they aint have a lot, then/
instead of other options...like sellin on the block/
we chose another road...now we're settled at the top/
and i know you think i mean i got a monetary crop/
but the money aint the meaning of success ... try to follow MEEEE/


CHORUS X2:
remember them old days back then?
remember the smiles...remember the pain, same damn thang/
remember those days back when?
remember the love...remember the hate, same damn thang/


as i try to paint a brighter picture...with this dark ink/
thinkin bout our past...all the struggles that would spark dreams/
livin a fantasy thats reality...happy to be breathin’/
in this smoke filled battlefield .... hope kills, really/
never gave up my goals...drivin’ my ambition up the road/
the transmission is old...but it goes/
remember flows...lyricism was gold/
platinum was just a metal....we never would peddle dope/
in the streets maybe....but we were tryin leave the weak 80’s/
where crack ruled...birthin’ weak babies/
so we escaped through the rhythm...like poetry was a broken lock/
and projects were a cell....the bars were the broken blocks/
graffiti walls...were pages inside a diary/
obituary rainbows....juxtaposed to dying themes/
as time passes the season reaches december... when its coldest/
we just hold onto those moments... do remember/


CHORUS X2:
remember them old days back then?
remember the smiles...remember the pain, same damn thang/
remember those days back when?
remember the love...remember the hate, same damn thang/
Track Name: B.I.T.N.B. (Blue is the New Black)
catch me crusin' through the night...searching for a victim/
when i find 'em...ima strip 'em of their dignity and kill 'em/
men, women, children...i dont care how you got here/
i instill fear in your heart...make you drop tears/
bloody fists, blue smock...artistry i plot fear/
god among peasants...you dont like it i do not care/
you cant stop me...perpetual line stepper/
outline your body... for my own sadistic pleasure/
call me beast...with the body of a man and a swine's head/
try to live free around my district...you will lie dead/
i said freeze...but i'll hit you with the heat boy/
cant catch a bullet in your teeth...bruce leroy!/
de-stroying people's lives... is what i am adept at/
put your face in the mud...that is what i call a death mask/
not before i black mail a dealer...give a hooker top/
what you thought i came out of a movie?...i'm a crooked cop/


CHORUS X2:
i was sent to save you...badge and a blue hat/
fire arms ready to deceive...yeah we do that/
biggest gang in ya city...true, we are cruel cats/
far from color blind but...blue is the new black/

i creep slow inconspicuous....unmarked/
make the wrong move you nigga...the gun sparks/
yall are guppies in my ocean of killas...im one shark/
when i see you in the dark... for dolo the fun starts/
lions, tigers...bullets and bears oh my/
whose this that i spy ...with my little eye/
what a little guy...let me just give him a little time/
plant it on his body...a nine and a little dime/
in the prison your a slave of the state...so your right at home/
listen, just resign to your fate...you are not alone/
put you on the lawn...even though you are not a gnome/
all of you the same, it’s a shame...and youre not a clone/
i keep the underworld buzzin...im clippin off your balls wit the scissors/
metaphor that i ...formed for the system/
betta call your god...and pretend he really listens/
i'm an animal uncaged...and im licensed to be vicious/

CHORUS X2:
i was sent to save you...badge and a blue hat/
fire arms ready to decieve...yeah we do that/
biggest gang in ya city...true, we are cruel cats/
far from color blind but...blue is the new black/
Track Name: Stop
he was runnin down a crowded street...wearin military gear/
he could hear the sound of feet behind him...he was very scared/
but he kept composure...while he's clutchin, to a notebook/
paper's in a folder too...important what he's holdin'/
it's the reason that he's fleeing ...at top speeds, through activists/
pursuers on his heels...wearing riot gear to capture him/
listen i wanna paint this picture clear...it was a sunny day/
peer into our future 20 years...maybe 28/
the revolution started and the man on the run was a veteran labelled a terrorist....an ape with a gun/
they say he's dangerous...a man eating beast with a blood lust/
killed a couple agents too...that could have been one of us (they said)/


CHORUS X2:
stop...halt...freeze...achtung/
don’t move, pause, wait a minute...please dont shoot/
he’s on the run...they’re comin’ and wont stop/
till a bullet’s in his head...they’re gunnin for one shot/



they warned ‘em...stay inside your house he has an urge to kill/
escaped beyond the gates of a federal penn...and burned a building/
missin in the field ...for a couple weeks they lost him/
they said...this doesnt happen to our country very often/
so they set upon a journey ...across borders to find him/
he was on a mission...through four quarters of violence/
murder, death and mayhem...every corner was wilin/
when they saw him...formed a mob who had all intentions to stop him/
when he emerged that was.... where this story begun at/
runnin in his uniform...with data his rucksack/
agents had him numbered...didnt know where his guns at/
they let loose with the ammunition...hit ‘em with the gun claps/
knew he had it coming...so fuckit he took the 9 shots/
threw his bag, folder and book...over these 5 cops/
and as he dropped...a rioter caught the notebook/
first page read "cure for cancer and aids, there’s hope...good”/

CHORUS X2:
stop...halt...freeze...achtung/
don’t move, pause, wait a minute...please dont shoot/
he’s on the run...they’re comin’ and wont stop/
till a bullet’s in his head...they’re gunnin for one shot/
Track Name: Drone Cypher (feat. Greydon Square)
C-Gats:
here we go...lookin through the lens of a winged dragon/
thought i saw a perp smokin haze...while he slings crack/
hit em hard with the mounted....50 caliber and damage 'em/
whose spittin on the street...watch me swoop in just to handle 'em/
nah, we run the block...dont you ever try to jay walk/
see me flyin' towards you...dont ever try to take off/
alerting all officers...go and beat their breaks off/
if they try to disrespect you...like a modern day adolf/
hitler, even my sister dies if... she's resisting/
now my family is the system...so it justifies the killings/
ready, able, willing....to murder you for a shilling/
for a dollar ima bomb you for obama...through your ceiling/
cus everyone’s a villain...call me superman, i’ll dupe a man/
think you’re living privately in silence...you’re just stupid man/
cus theres a war goin on...no matter where you live/
truly yours, signin off the grid...see you in ya crib/



CHORUS X2::
Drone cypher...flyin through the night, aint no survivors/
glidin’ through your town... and spittin’ fire/
it’s a drone cypher...and shots are the snares for the beat box/
try to make a move...and get your street rocked, it’s a drone cypher/



Greydon Square:
today, 8 women and children
personally I hate this indiscriminate killing
but they don’t pay me to think or feel a thing
or ever question, the supposed peace it brings
i’m a predator pilot, the drone operator,
...doing wetwork as the state, disguised as your neighbor
completely detached lives through a screen easily snatched
by human beings rife with duplicity feeding me crap
but i report to work anyway
my sworn oath is for my country’s, state and city’s sake
so every male of weapon of carrying age
i can grease him, but it increases sectarian rage within region
oh well, i’m bound by my orders
while my leaders capitalize and pounce on disorder
they don’t hear the screams or the sounds of the horror
just cha-chings, the sound of making money off the war
drone cypher
Track Name: Where's the Change?
they say we live in an age where..no ra-cism exists/
and people are treated fairly...cus we darkened the president/
but i dont see it...we lack freedom, hangin onto prejudice/
bible thumpin and fightin...like the answer is in exodus/
burnin korans, overfeeding bhudda...slappin vishnu/
prayin to a god...you say god i say which dude/
it's a mixed crew not disrespectin'... tryin fix you/
your fixated on an antiquated...way of livin/
tellin gays to get straight...stay opressing all the women/
when your mind is locked inside a cage...religion is a prison/
and the world is like a prism...full of colors that we live in/
whose the sinner...sittin high upon a horse that's named division/
that youve beaten after death...now youre refusing to listen/
my conclusion is im frustrated...strugglin with the pain/
cus this so called...civilized society is lame/
so im askin everybody .... where the hell is all this change (tell me)/



Chorus X2:

The last thing he told me!...(no more war)
The last thing he told me!...(we were livin’ free)
The last thing he told me!...(liberty for all)
The change is gone come!...(but it never came)



the dead will remain nameless....faceless in the eye of the giant/
murder for capitol... fire bullets through rioters/
liars speak for the people...supplyin drugs to the mindless/
masses, disasters strike...while crime rates are risin’/
in the inner cities...violence is a way of life, i pity them/
projects are a maze...full of mice takin’ witty steps/
hunted by the lions ...while theyre blinded by the kitty’s breath/
living on the run or your die...i say give me death/
it’s like a predatory game...on the food chain/
who do you claim...carnivore, or a fruit stain/
everything’s the same ... from a gang to a terrorist/
military gain...haliburton down to merill lynch/
wall street, think it’s all sweet...check the stats then/
we can lay down, take a close minded nap or/
we can stand up make a change...take some action/
break the factions...down to fractions and half ‘em/



Chorus X2:

The last thing he told me!...(no more war)
The last thing he told me!...(we were livin’ free)
The last thing he told me!...(liberty for all)
The change is gone come!...(but it never came)
Track Name: Weirdos (feat. Eville)
CHORUS X2:
we're some weirdos...fear those, guys from the other side/
cut off of a strange cloth...fabric from another time/
weirdos... odd how we put together topics/
take us to your leader...we are cosmic, thought we'd drop in/


C-GATS:
metaphysical science...writin for yall considered normal/
never formal with my presence...im here to report to/
all ya leaders ... meter readers, and hamburger flippers/
scholars from ivory colleges...doctors, dropouts and wizards/
lizards and ghosts...my inner most demons speakin to you/
writin in crayon at saionces ...and im sneakin it through/
my medium is a paper...vapors and strawberry chocolates/
i keep it yummy...my tummy's bubblin' with alien vomit/
alien sonnets i spew...baby im way beyond grounded/
i found a thousand of you...frankly im crazy astonished/
you sound like...lazy fugazi hazy baboons with bubonic/
play you like babies with bottles...hittin the throttle on rocket ships/
got the boggling script...brighter than firin' phasers/
so when i lock-in my spit...you'll need some goggles with tints/
im aimin all in ya ear hole...while im swallowin' beer slow/
yeah the cause of your peers fears...they call him a weirdo/



CHORUS X2:
we're some weirdos...fear those, guys from the other side/
cut off of a strange cloth...fabric from another time/
weirdos... odd how we put together topics/
take us to your leader...we are cosmic, thought we'd drop in/


EVILLE:
This is not a test...I've got a fist that's palming flesh../
where I exist is on a freshly dropping comet on your heads../
they say my grip's the strongest yet.../
so when I spit this martian mesh..../
that engulfs your fragile body and just rips you all to shreds.../
I am the manhunter...invisible dirigible pilot.../
blasting gamma rays in grammar waves...sent through my eyelids../
we are brave a collective...and..you can save your rectum.../
we're only probing brains...holding faces to detectors..../
they tried to dissect us....but our skin was unaffected../
escape from out our holding cells and now we're killing records../
zilla's is the method...we recording where they crashed us.../
according to my raps...I must've wrote the last in plasma../
it's another element...the fifth is just intelligence..../
amalgam....of formaldehyde that's bound to fry my melanin..../
but fuck it...I'm adjusted...Im down to fly through nebulaes.../
astounded I'm irregular? this sound is by a predator....
Track Name: Push (feat. Gifted Anomaly, Tombstone Da Deadman & Charlie Rose)
C-GATS:
i push right through it...do right by my fam-ily type foolish/
at times i fight ruthless...and die despite rules bent/
new threads in the closet...i need a few ends/
not a flashy type rapper...i mean im cleveland in stoolbend/
got like two pants... for work and a shirt/
im feelin worthless...but i'll never kneel for work in a church/
im self sufficient ... so im fishin for freedom inside the sea of life/
need a knife to gut it...im sufferin' to get a meal/
so you understand im tired of ...hearin you got a mil/
hearin you gotta chill...these other rappers are real, theyre clappin steal for a deal/
their lyrics aint really iLL...but swagger'll pay the bills/
so fuckit.... im here to kill../
industry murder spree...murdering beats, until you heard of me/
burglary first degree...purging the scene, unworthy beasts/
you get a dirty seat...im gunnin, runnin for the throne/
a one and done...im bustin flows to run 'em over, truck and go/


GIFTED ANOMALY:
Rube Goldberg spit I'm meaning when I say trapping/ bars steady attaching/ never tell when attacking/ your pantalones too tight for you to even react in/ what the fuck are y'all wearing/ aiming for time/ denim ain't the only fabric tearing/ aiming for minds/ see if your reality can take a load on the bearings/ these niggaz is beetles racing fleet of McLarens/ they're challenging the flash in tag/ gassed off the swag/ not realizing its Sarin/ dying off your own vomit swag/ tag/ another body bag/ gearing/ for war/ with untalented whores/ fearing/ kids in a hall/ never this a grenade launcher clear the corridor/ whenever/ I get the urge/ hip hop's like an OCD bulemic it needs to purge/ so eat these words/and die quick/ a surgeon/ surge of hot iron clip/ if you lying/ then why spit/ I'll hock spit/ a rocket/ to any challengers cockpit/ till my own crew's the ones thats screaming out stop it/


TOMBSTONE DA DEADMAN:
I’m still pushing regardless of the fact the odds are stacked against me/
simply because I’m the type that will run on fumes if the tank is empty/
I flip these obstacles and the finger to those that said impossible
slay a naysayer with determination that’s pathological/
cause I’ve been left,and forgotten called misbegotten and abandoned/
now today they love Tombstone but once they couldn’t stand Landon/
so I’m handing out these fuck yous plus when I come through I do exactly what I want to/
but to say that it’s not a struggle would be untrue/
see I’ve never lived a cushy life at sometimes this life will push me like/
a bully that likes to mush me twice to knock me down and take my bike/
no food in the refrigerator, those women that always left me later
so-called friends and allies only revealed to be the biggest traitors
people that lack the faith in me// with this music shit I make them see
that all of those laughs and fuckery is bullshit that never budges me/
I concentrate on me and my family so that’s it
so any other conversation you bringing don’t mean shit/


CHARLIE ROSE:
Truthfully most these emcees do not deserve to share the/
Same air I breath undoubtedly they are simply unworthy/
My talent is otherworldly, I 'll smack you and bag girly/
Swore to God you was dope, till he turned his head and said nope/
This is all that I know, its embedded deep in y soul/
Every time I speak and I flow I will levitate off floor/
Knocking on the door, hip-hop aint want to let me in,
Strapped it with C4 and blew it off every single hinge/
Bringing lyricism back, concepts, and all that/
Had enough of fuckers saying turn it up and my swag/
My God we are surgeons in this ER/
Saving Hip-hop cause right now it needs a new heart/