From the Gut (Ft. Base Camp)
• Written by SubHerb
SubHerb's Notes
A friend of mine from back in Colorado collaborated with me on the making of this
My guts churning I just feel like shit
Head spinning, Could you please dim the lights
Fight the war, here's a dime, Taxed for more
Time for time this rap is finally mine
Tap your feet to the beat
6 feet only body's souls exist in the sky
Sipping whiskey drink her slow
I feel the day slipping away
Steal the stomach burns today
mach 1 here we go, I advise you take it slow
Devise a single plan that just can't grow
Realize I'm the best this beat got me under distress
Don't stress today I feel this everyday
Monday till Friday that's just how we play
Constructing Clay shapes
Just put my gut on self destruct
(Hook)
Cartoon feeling too soon
Too rap from the gut
Grab a broom
I will brush away every word from today
Cartoon feeling too soon
Maybe I will see you soon
(Base Camp)
A big Mormon dude on the mic
This moron who just spit at me
Fuck the stereotype just mad in this verse
The worst curse when your friends all alone
lone mission to provide free admission
Proceeds go out to the sick
Slick shit sorry though I won't slip
Load the clip watch your're back
Don't fret I got you're back
Grab your pack back to base camp
Phase two don't fear beer is in the fridge
Deer caught in the headlights
bright lights in the sky
Night brings regret
Ring ring who could that be
Don't worry it's only me
Scary thought I won't sink
Too much just to think
Link up the new message from base camp
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SubHerb
Member since April 18 2014