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Mother*******s don't understand. Demigodz *************. Doe Rakers *************. |
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[Chorus] [x4] |
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Represent Represent |
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[Verse One] [Apathy] |
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As soon as they heard Apathy they tried to pull the batteries out the box |
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But rapidly drop when they reacted to shocks |
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They overloaded over-lord of the land, the mortal, the man |
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Who's sorta like a soldier with a sword in his hand |
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According to myth, a rapper that was born with a gift |
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The force of his spit could cause internal organs to *************ft |
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In the beginning non believers tried to force him to quit |
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Ignorin' his wit, now the suckers orbit his ************* |
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Embracin' in clubs, fake smilin' faces and hugs |
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Fabricated love all because he's makin' a buzz |
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The snakes who hate, went outside waitin' with thugs |
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To beat you down until ya *************t got traces of blood |
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Y'all are new jacks to rap soundin' spacey and bugged |
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I been spittin' since ya mother had to lace up your Lugs |
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Face it it's over you tryin' to move the base of a boulder |
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With weights on ya shoulders so stand back or wait till you're older |
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Lil' soldier |
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Trust me I got ways to control ya |
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I'm like God to the Devil |
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Ap is Satan's Jehovah |
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I don't even write raps cause the paper would smolder |
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So the flows are never over till I say that they over |
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[Chorus] [x4] |
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Represent Represent |
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[Verse Two] [Celph Titled] |
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They say a way to a man's heart is through his stomach |
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But I know a shortcut that's through the chest which ain't too far from it |
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Ain't ******' with cameras but I'm takin breast shots |
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My gat bangs while you playin Max Payne on X-Box |
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Watch the lead chop a couple strands out ya dreadlocks |
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And send you *************s J-walkin' like you rockin' S. Dots |
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Swing medieval swords with lethal force, behead ya soldiers |
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Not talkin' soap but these bullets will clean your Head & Shoulders |
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Arms back and torso kneecaps they all go |
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When we open fire at your little sisters horse show |
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Celph Titled the Rubix Cuban is shootin' through ya roof with Rugers |
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Jumpin' out the sewer in a scuba suit |
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************* with the Godz and feel the agony of Hell's grip |
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My *************s throw grenades the size of Patti LaBelle's ************* |
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Rap about artillery but never had no parts of missiles |
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Thought you had a gun but all you had was just a starter pistol |
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[Chorus] [x4] |
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Represent Represent |
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[Verse Three] [Motive] |
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Yo hatin' me is only makin' me more hungry and anxiously |
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To get mine and sit by more cake than bakeries |
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The Godz clique make hits but different from all of these artists |
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Y'all sellin' more fake *************t than a damn flea market |
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I see part to most this industry is weak hearted |
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Y'all see beef I'm servin *************s like a meat market |
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So keep barkin' cause real dogs we bite first |
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Y'all can talk on the mics but in life my knife works |
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I'm ready for the game is it ready for me? |
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I done stepped beyond any level you define an MC |
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See, cats a joke actin' like they hustle for cream |
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Knowin only Coke you push is on a vending machine |
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Well known and respected Motive hope you never forget it |
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Heads I embed it with a flow that's energetic |
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************* a vote I been elected |
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As a new mic weapon with a ill thrill style that's been perfected |
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Disrespect ya life can end in an instant |
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These MCs are like dykes act like men but really are ******* |
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[Chorus] [x4] |
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Represent y'all, Represent |
