Too Much - Zion I, The Grouch

Yeah, some of us are caught up in false raptures, watchin' the clock spin

Crooked cops shot unarmed innocent men

The law watches, the often caused conscious

People hustle illegal in times of lost options

Instance run with clever intent

The fish speaks with like an extinction level event

Is Los Angeles a devilish pit?

Never forget

The areas with various sets, treat it like a terrorist threat

And we should never accept

Mental incarceration, freedom or death, they need to beat it, man

Brother bein' deleted man

Nine millimeters see the hands of people younger than Peter Pan

Exposin' the truth, I’m closed in the booth

To show you the goose that’s holdin' the noose

Some old, rich recluse controllin' the juice

While the destitute people put a hole in your suit, it’s Too Much

Ah, Too Much, too many people

(We all chase the buck, we all don’t give a fuck)

Ah, Too Much, too many people

(We all got it tough, we all gon' live it up)

Ah, Too Much, too many people

(We all chase the buck, we all don’t give a fuck)

Too Much, she doin' Too Much

Henny with the dutch, she about to lose touch

Stump with the blunt and, head like a pumpkin

Floss on the cross, rob her when she start stuntin'

Try to say somethin', but it sound like slurrrrrrr

Try to paint a picture, but it’s all just blurrrrred

Truth told, got a heart made of gold

But the drank make her think she can kick it too cold

Actin' erratic like a killer on the row

Stackin' the cabbage, but she spend it at the show

At the bar, trickin' off like a star

Jack shots to the floor, now she’s slizzled on the wall

Nothin' free in this life, little shorty

Was a school girl, now she just wanna party

Actin' all grown, when she’s gone

Chuck it all out on the metro phone, she Too Much

Ah, Too Much, too many people

(We all chase the buck, we all don’t give a fuck)

Ah, Too Much, too many people

(We all got it tough, we all gon' live it up)

Ah, Too Much, too many people

(We all chase the buck, we all don’t give a fuck)

Gettin' stupid at the light, spinners on the scraper

East Bay slang, gang lookin' like Quakers

Man, y’all some Catholics, solve bad habits

About five deep on two-way gadgets

I move past it, but everyone in traffic

Seems like they lost their mind real rapid

Cameras on bumpers, screens and big thumpers

Chrome off the lot, and that’s no wonder

It’s Hip Hop, they got your daughter with a grill

Rap music, a beast that can’t be killed

Scantily clad gold diggers wanna chill

And chase the dream in case it’s real

Fake thugs entertain now with amateur raps

Droppin' names and slandering naps

Pandering, it’s tough enough to claim it

We seen it before, it’s just the same shit

Ah, Too Much, too many people

(We all chase the buck, we all don’t give a fuck)

Ah, Too Much, too many people

(We all got it tough, we all gon' live it up)

Ah, Too Much, too many people

(We all chase the buck, we all don’t give a fuck)