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GatZilla (C​-​Gats & Zpu​-​Zilla) - The Feeding Grounds

by C Gats

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Spittin that heatrock...till the beat stop/ Knees lock on foes...like a nigga pulled three glocks/ He rocks so cold....everybody need three socks/ On each foot...yo zilla this fuckin beats hot/ Lob shots at these little niggas...who pop warner/ Act like OG’s...but really they’re just a young gonner/ Young gunner....i didnt stutter this shit is butter/ I'm hittin corners and flippin switches....my new persona/ On a different level...verses sweet as nutella/ I got these rappers... so distracted like a vuvuzela/ They need to kick it with me...i can teach ‘em how to flow/ And how to grow like flowers....how i’m glowin more than powdered gold/ Oh no.... you niggas thought that i plateaued/ Rap’s golden sun that rose...from ash though/ Ass-hole... if you wanna try beef/ Ima need a hundred million... if a record label tryin to sign me/ I dont respond to niggas diss tracks...whose shits wack/ I’ll just grab that bitch...let my fist make his lips fat/ Sit back enjoy the ride...yo this shit is hard/ I can go for days.... while these niggas struggle to spit a bar/ It’s the god mc....not a shot at my nigga agg/ But i give life to these little raps...i'm in my bag/ Killin tracks wit zilla we’re like the illest tag...team/ Champions all facts....we gone peel em back/ Thats when... the shots fired/ youll need about ten kevlar vests...and even then i’ll get ya jaw wired/ My shit is on fire....saliva kerosene/ Cookin up that dope...like suppliers out in medellin/ Buildin a betta dream...reconstructin my team/ Tweakin like a fiend...when envisioning my heaven’s scene/ But no angel’s in the room here...it’s so clear/ We’re the demons with a sneer...that you should fear/ Hit you in the head...like a 211 hood beer/ 2017 was a motha fuckin.... good year/ We got a steel reserve...you cannot hurt us mentally/ Got hunger on our faces...salivatin so we gotta eat / That’s why i never sleep...fuck counting sheep/ If i see a fence i go through it... i dont gotta leap/ A lotta people talkin ...ever since we dropped the LP/ So now we gotta keep the buzz goin... like we held bees/ Rock hell’s bells.... from AC to DC/ Long island to germany... people feel me/ So if you got a fuckin problem... i can solve it/ We can put it down on wax ...or we can take it to revolvers/ I dont think we can resolve this....the damage is already done/ Offended all my senses.....now you got me actin petty son/ It’s takes a lot for you... to get me out my character/ But now you’re opposition...so i gotta go embarrass ya/ I'm in the zone...referee callin three seconds/ But ima pivot to the post...like a beast wreckin/ Shaquille o’neal.... and yall the least epic/ I got a hunger for the grind...early morning ima eat breakfast/
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Say That 02:50
Similes written down... on a piece of paper/ Burnin through the ink...i just open up to release the vapors/ It’s an exact science....chemistry through new alliances/ Work like appliances...electronically activated/ Performing well... you can tell how the fans are captivated/ To live our dreams we rely on our craft... to actuate ‘em/ Bring ‘em to life with a purpose...writing a cursive painting/ Spittin our verses in bursts...first to the front lines/ Encapsulating personal strife...makin these words rhyme/ Epitomizing everything wise....a little ignorant at times/ But it’s ability to recognize.... that opens eyes/ Educating minds.... comes with growing pains like a roses thorn/ Embracing opportunity ... greeting progress with open arms/ I flow with charm and ability... bars are uncanny/ Fans be wilin out ....like a children’s party with one candy bar/ Stuffed in a pinata...and they’re outta xannies/ HOOK: Listen to the way i spit Have the people going...did he really say that shit? Zilla won’t you play that clip? Have the people going....did he really say that shit? Lyrics sicker... than sippin water in michigan/ Head is full of “tales”...so you flip a quarter it’s him again/ A win-win i’m killin ‘em all...fillin my chalice/ Drinkin’ till i'm finished with yall...spillin’ the balance/ Former kin actin callous but i'm the one.... with the tougher skin/ Now all about my paper...my wallet’s growin a double chin/ On sunday while your prayin....i'm contemplating another sin/ Another path to glory...my written stories’ another in/ A livin legend in the making....bringin home the bacon/ Whippin in the neberkenezer... when i am in the matrix/ Momma i made it by my estimation... i'm the greatest/ I been the best though...so celebration’s are all belated/ Fuck all the hatin...theres retribution and vindication/ Comin for you losers and baiters... movin’ your lips to say shit/ You're outta pocket... like a dollar in a laundromat/ Ill ring you round your collar....and i’ll throttle you on top of that/
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we take the pain from our inner sanctums...and then we wake up/ Dont let the challenges that we face ...on the daily break us/ The blackened clouds they chase....the opposition’s highly heinous/ Try to contain us....they color code us inside containers/ Without no tupperware...they take away our supper there/ Creating a curmudgeon...got us fightin over underwear/ The prison pipeline....got us stuffin crack in it/ Smokin what’s supplied or we’re... sellin....to go back in it/ Holdin us back...children learning how work the system/ But couldnt work division...this is a worthless mission/ Cuttin us off no tips ....like it’s a circumcision/ They want us blind and left behind ....just to subvert our vision/ Its time for reparations....better respect our nation extra patient/ we coulda been... cuttin off heads to take shit/ Our lives they matter too...bitch you gotta problem with it, Ill uplift you....if i see you rock schwastikas ima hit you/ HOOK: Bring it to ya steps if you really want war/ I ain't going back in Freedom or my life ....ain't no freedom for the poor/ Words ain't loud as actions I’m ready for revolution ... instead of shootin/ Id rather speak but...the way they set up this institution/ Got us in limbo...our kinfold dead/ So we cant sew peace with broke hands... and spin both threads/ Understand you forced us in a corner....Tried to enforce the borders/ we’re all foreigners go to coroners....when we switch to goners / We bleed the same blood...but your view is shallow/ Only see skin color...we all got brown marrow/ Underneath these beaten bones...but you seek a throne/ Without a reason....to believe that you are even owed/ So now the people see you roll ...with a different code/ And now it’s time for action...and your screaming wont you leave us, no/ We’ll never leave our homes...we built ‘em on our backs here/ Even if we gotta scrap...we’re ready for a clash/ Should have listened to the people ...now yall paying up for last year/ Bars about to close....better order up your last beer/
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Fuck a 9 to 5, rap... is my pro-fession/ Sittin behind a desk... i dont need those old stresses/ Give me a mic ....and a dope loop/ That shit is soul food....anything else just feels like cold soup/ Tired of cubicles....and answering to stupid fools/ To further some agenda that just.... isnt even cool to do/ Fillin corporate pockets ...with a lotta skrilla/ Look in my wallet just a couple of dollas...i guess i’ll cop a miller/ Or a swisher to relieve the stress....i roll it up/ Hold up, all my verses fire...songs are cold as fuck/ So let me switch the vision...to my intuition/ Change my long term position....into a life of spittin/ What i’m supposed to do....they say i’m too old/ It’s risky and a young man’s game...i guess i'm too bold/ Ain't quittin till i'm twofold dead....resting in brown dirt/ Cus this is what i live for....make it off of profound words (word)/ My supervisor said.... i'm doing really well/ Really? hell......why does it feel like my fucking ceiling fell/ A couple weeks later... unemployed no explanation/ Now getting next to nathan...in this prestigious nation/ At social services...inadequately compensated/ So i gotta change my fate...and hope you people play my station/ Cus this is really.... the only thing that i'm good at/ That i'm equally as passionate about...i spit that good rap/ The only thing ill.... skip a whole meal for/ The only thing i’ll kill for .... the only fuckin thing i’ll ever kneel for/ Other than to protest...with kaepernik/ Took a nickel out....just to put a quarter-back in it/ Invested in my craft and there.... was nobody clappin then/ I'm always on the clock now....punchin all of my hours in/ yall thirsty for the growth... its like i'm water for the flowers/ And there’s no question....yeah raps my pro-fession/
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This follow up EP to the classic "Inner Sanctum" album by GatZilla was written and recorded at the end of 2017.

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released May 15, 2018

Production: Zpu Zilla
Vocals: C-Gats & featured artists

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