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apathy - doe raker check كلمات الأغنية

[apathy]
my nikes are real white, check one
my nikes are real white, check two
i’m a b-st-rd that’ll master ways to m-ssacre the m-sses
like a m-ssive meteor that smash your cities into ashes
i’ll bash these lil’ f-ggots ’til your face is facin’ backwards
wait for you, i’m takin’ you to quiet places in the backwoods
where the hoes already thugs, sluggers waitin’ very patiently
they travel through the chamber of the banger very gracefully
and dance through your cranium, tangle with your brain stem
salsa with your cerebellum, quickly rearrange them
exit through your earholes, firin’ projectiles
my bullets are acc-mulatin’ frequent flyer miles
i’m doe rakin, cakin off multiple enterprisin businesses
with weight up in the rental keepin enterprisin business kid
-n-lyzin every possibility like physicists
my fist’ll fracture faces faster than pistols can spit at this
the proof’s when the album drop, crew run they mouth a lot
but ap up on the mic is like zeus on the mountaintop
lightning thrower, mic exploder, most them rappers’ lifes are over
fight provoker, wifey stroker, rare exotic nike owner
voodoo speaker, speaker blower, blow your momma, mind’ll blow ya
brain it’s all the same if you take it back and rewind it over
overtime, score tied, seconds are tickin
for recognition i be spittin ’til the records is skippin
respect the clique and everything’ll be cool
y’all better check if it’s cool
i’ll just eject the feul in your record pool

[hook: emilio lopez] + (apathy)
we some doe rakers, we some soul takers
but, all we tryin to do is get mo’ paper
we some doe rakers, we some ho takers
whole clique flow sick, ain’t no fakers
(my nikes are real white, check one) you know?
(my nikes are real white, check two) geah!
(check one, check two, check one-two) you know?
(check one, check two, check one-two) geah!

[motive]
yo, yo if you heard of doe rakers then you already know
i roll with a clique, that persists to flip that dough
see while you’re at school tryin to play that tic-tac-toe
i was with your lil’ sis, findin how to hit that ho
let me talk to all these n-ggas wanna get at mo’
no warnin, your peeps mournin cause they miss you so
a clown n-gga, lay down like six feet low
cause y’all thought it was just a game when you spit that flow
no! not on a throne yet, but i’m a known threat
plus i’m known for puttin somethin in p-ssies like kotex
i’m on some ceo sh-t, yeah your man’s a boss
kids sayin he’s a myth like santa claus
i got the, tools to provide with
either you ride or collide with my clique or choose a side to hide with
motive the live that’s paid my dues, won’t settle for sh-t
nuttin to prove, none of these dudes on the level i spit
sh-t’s funny, i’m ’bout money but a beast on tracks
so watch y’all mouth, when y’all speak on wax
cause beef with ap, n-gga then them heats gon’ clap
believe the facts cause i’ll greet your whole, team with gats
give a f-ck, if you old school rap or new crews
they don’t spit sick, that’s sh-t! you’re doo-doo
f-ck all the talk son, the actin is done
come to your show, after you flow only thing clappin is guns

[hook]

[outro: big hoot]
yo, this the hot sh-t kid
it’s your boy big hoot
a.m.e., demigodz
we controllin it right now
apathy smackin motherf-ckers up
and that motive, bangin you out
emilio, knockin you out
d.r. n-gga, what?
what n-gga? f-ck you b-tch! {-echoes-}

- apathy

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