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apathy - ap is like كلمات الأغنية

(uh! yeah!) connecticut!
(uh! a… p!) apathy!
(demigodz!) yup, uh!
(doe rakers) ‘course…
yo…

yo i ain’t afraid of sh-t, i don’t even pretend
i be flippin’ god off through his microscope lens
this -sshole supreme and his violent friends
closest we came to peace signs is drivin’ a benz
this is hip-hop that overloads amps and speaker boxes
for m-th-f-ckas’ rooms that cluttered with sneaker boxes
tongue ring b-tches who be sneakin’ our oxes
in the club where security decreases the options
’cause ap is like william blake, but filled with hate
who broke open his brain to let the skills escape
it’s like silicon t-ts to p-rno chicks
i could flow on ’till voltron’s torso splits
i supply, multiply like gordo’s chips
i’m a he-man, and y’all are on some orko sh-t
gold bbs rims on a saab with the stop sign
’87 status radio show dock nine
connecticut veteran, better than ever before
handprints embedded in metal of mics i tore
in half with half a paragraph, skin grafts needed
it’s equivalent to starin’ in the sun when tryin’ to read it
y’all wanna get defeated, that’s a personal decision
but i’m cuttin’ m-th-f-ckas up with surgical precision
a legend in the making, the last of a dyin’ breed
y’all are newjacks, probably get shook when buyin’ weed
you’re mysp-ce gangstas, with guns in pictures
i’ll slap your face and tongue f-ck your sisters
for this next one, you gotta be sharp so listen:
i’ll hit you in the head like turbulence when you p-ssin’ (phenomenal!)
cash i stack’s astronomical
nikes and pricey pisces astrological
ap’s wifey’s a fat -ss aphrodite
that bad-ss b-st-rd that spaz out like hyphey
hand out like heisman trophies
approach me and your homies are pourin’ out fo’-ties of oe
i’m playin “time’s up” by o.c
sellin o-z’s and o-c’s to kids in the oc
hate authority from p.o.’s to c.o.’s
’cause we know, we see those, and we ain’t seein’ no dough
so play the low, slow it down, make paper, through it around
i’ma have a lot of fun before i go underground
‘fore my spirit speeds through sp-ce and punctures the sun
i’ll be keepin’ heaven ‘fore a m-th-f-cker should run
i ain’t frontin’ like i’m runnin’ ’round with hundreds of guns
but just watch, got an ox hidden under my tongue, son
mtv just got sucker free sundays
i’m sucker free 365, not one day
you average little cornball phony ho model
y’all ain’t think, you’re more like a rosie o’donnell
i’m dyin’ for rappers to stop glorifyin’ diamonds
’cause wannabes are rhymin’ ’bout ’em when they never buy ’em
dude’s swear they poppin’ but the labels never sign ’em
it appears that materialism is what defines ’em
let’s fast forward ten years to see where we find ’em
it’s hard to focus vision when them hater blockers blind ’em
it’s hard to disagree when they know that i’m right
don’t know what it’s like? i stick it in your sister every night

- apathy

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