1. |
180 BPM
01:53
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How many words does it take to get off?
Figure it out and rinse out
Imagine it
I'm a imitate this
Inanimate business to get fixed
Complex irrelevance
Watch your back
Sever the fake shit serene
Ego tripping I triped off
BOW!
Priority takes this
Sitting in my basement bump your head now
Feet on the floor make ya dance
WOW!
Cause typically I'm a get it
Tied up, twist my turning point
Tutelage and pass my skills on to another
While I'm non systematic on my antics
Poly-rhymic but democratic
Is simplified for your mind
So comprehend this,
Crystallize the cryptic, legislating all those
Gravity support the weight
All I got to say is take another down
Spit is around and rap away
All I got to say is sip it anyway
Eradicate, erode away
Give me the time, give me the place
All I got to say is take another down
What you gotta say what?,
What we gotta say hey?
What you gotta say?
Wait, wait, wait, whut?
A lot of people try to keep it raw and keep it wild
And keep on the down low, showing the style
But BOOM BLAW, hard shit, how you like me now?
Now what, what you're saying, saying nothing but how?
We keep it on the positive, cause NAT is
The one and only funky rhythm fucking the showbizz.
So where we at? I'm maybe fat, but I bring the same amount of grease that's plant in a rat, weird fact, act stupid against my verbally combat
And wack shit your life blows with the wind,
Gimme the gasoline, poor the fucking flame and make it rain
Let them diamonds shine within, in the sky like Lucy Hale
Gimme the loot before I shove this fucking torch with vaseline
Stop playing yourself lil’ player, you ain't Gee
Please put your ego away, and musically Glee
Stop your ignorant ish and set your mind free.
I'm a keep it heavy
What you got you don't seem ready
Not steady sweaty, palms make you nervous
Boiling to the surface cutting with machetes a slice of mom's spaghetti You starving and begging please
Skill level Kraft Cheeez
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2. |
Canish-Nikov
02:50
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What side?
East side?
West side?
Between your eyes?
And how far with it?
Now what's up cookie cutter!
Mamma dadda baby
Baby dada mamma
Mamma had a baby
But her baby didn't have another father And her father knew her sister
Best believe they knew each other Cause the cousin knew the brother Was an awkward kind of barber But a man in shining armor
And forgot to bring his washer So it started to change colour Multi platinum with king Arthur So they made a little deal
And they made a little barter
What side?
East side?
West side?
Between your eyes?
What vibe?
Trill vibe
Vibe with it
What vibe?
Jazz vibe
Vibe with it
Batter up from time to time,
Fucking around and mind myself stealth, I stand frigid
East side, west side now where you're going through
The rap game is getting fat so where your fucking vegies at?
Have a piece of mind and get the gold and take the time to check the rhyme And call it wine and dine its all for you and mine
The clock is ticking while you niggas whishing I be back you're faking ‘n jax Claiming you got stacks but incoming tax saving your ass, butt crack Landing on your back, as a turtle act, having trouble finding your map
So why you're fronting? Why, why, why
Rappers raps, meditate the grind
Back from everyday I’m hustling to bands that make her dance
Singing under the rain or while you take a shower
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3. |
Summer Hit #2
02:54
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Let me tell you the legend of an anomaly they called a man
They named him the Jimmy Jam,
The incredible impractical paradoxical
"The oops I did it again but ain't that kinda man
so shut your pie hole and get me some tanning oil boy"
A rubber dubber quack right in his bath tub
Pink ski goggles match his pants make-up
More man than his granddad's hairy grey hands
With a steel band
Carrying his monster truck
Beats Rick James hands tied 2 to 1
Skin so funny you can scrape off the scum
Believe you heard about him
If you don't
I'll be blunt
If he sees you in a forest man
RUN DADDY RUN!
YOU BETTER RUN!
"That’s right boy cause when I get ya"
So what you gonna do when they all talk back?
"Hot dog with a sauce, gotta eat it"
What you gonna do when they all keep bugging out?
"Well keep eating it, keep eating it, keep eating it, keep eating it."
If they get offended and they all freakout?
"My alligator shoes on my leopard couch!?"
Extra dry martini and we all blacked out
"Horseback, I'll be heading it, heading it out boy.
Ain’t gonna hanging around here no more "
"Hand me a pound of sausage, some meatballs extra cheese with some french fries please now put it down”
Putting pop tells me I need to exercise a little bit but shit,
The only sweating I need is in a bedroom, catch my drift?
"All down but nine Tommy boy,
these leather pants are tie dye immaculate !"
Get it right back, burning in the sun Winter time butt naked
Jim swinging, chainsaw breaking
Opening wide, opening vacant
Stars in his eyes
Zeus with an orange hide
Laying by a lakeside makes you get giddy
Pack her on up cause yo it's going to get heavy
Moon side polished so bright
"Burns my eyes!"
End the rainbow
Fireworks in the sky, pot full of gold with a whole lot of soul
Bottle filled up and with that same old
Hope you don't mind
"Need some room to recline"
So what you gonna do when they all talk back?
"Hot dog with a sauce, gotta eat it"
What you gonna do when they all keep bugging out?
"Well keep eating it, keep eating it, keep eating it."
If they get offended and they all freakout?
"My alligator shoes on my leopard couch!?"
Extra dry martini and we all blacked out
"Horseback, I'll be heading it, heading it out boy.
Ain’t gonna hang around here no more "
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4. |
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New Apple Taste in the place to be it's like
Hell yeah most definitely
It's like uh!
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro!
Yo I was walking down the street in my 6-4
With my homie Manikmati when I fell on the floor
Pretty face, brown eyes, long hair and all
She was a smoking hot bomb but she seem so tall
And like they say, the apple don't fall far from the tree
Too many bones on your back that its breaking your knees
You can be skinny to a certain degree
Without that fine booty meat you're just a white bone left in the street
She looked good when I was far but was far from looking good
I would handle her my burger and my soda if I could
I want you to look fine, step up your game sometimes
It ain't pretty if you look like models from space kind
I'm just trying to prove you wrong by telling you you're pretty
Can't even look into her eyes cause my vision got blurry
And I remember what she told me on my way out of bed,
Look at those skinny ass legs, yeah, that's what she said
Ayo, t’as quel âge?
New Apple Taste in the place to be it's like Hell yeah most definitely
It's like uh!
Intricate details to intricate designs
People out of their god damn minds
Yo what's this all about?
Always gotta take the easy way out
The club money and magazines
Yo tell me it’s obscene
I mean everybody's walking around in skinny jeans
Transparent to paper thin
No meat on them
Indoctrination of this nation go me thinking again it's like
Who ever told me that's the way it is?
Or the way that they're thinking it's suppose to be
Get up, set it out and to the rhythm,
We turning it out now,
New Apple Taste in the place to be
Some gourmet shit, hell yeah definitely, It's like
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5. |
Soopa Doopa
04:09
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You keep on doing same shit over and over and yet
You keep on drilling the same bitch ‘till they break out your boner
Honestly bringing the horror, terror feeling like a winner
Winter feeling cool ish your mama said you're a loser
And that's that, hat lower remaining the cool cat
That's wack feeling nauseous cause you're scoring sneak attack
Bringing it back, you're blasting cause you're feeling like a blast
Had wishes of doing something better
"Get it out! Get up now!"
Changing Kraft, brand new cheddar
And feeling better, digital code while analog bring no error
And since you're living in this cold ass era
Weather heavy as a feather
Tender child spoiling with her
And trying to get her as soon as possible is better
Trying to write a letter, it ain't your habits so whatever
Feel the pain beating out of your brain; the mundane
Same thing, the routine got you hold up in chains
Get away
We keep it moving like this
We keep it moving like that
It's soopa doopa funky music grooving shaking yo' ass
We've been going to school
So you can drop outta class
It's soopa doopa funky music
Gotta take out the trash
Rinse, repeat and do it again
Without a plan? gotta stick to the schedule man
And advance
By standing in place without a movement
Ain't open to chance, ain't open to change
I wanna be perfect too
But gotta fall on my face
The rat race that we chasing
Stop! Hold now
Clean look in the mirror who you facing?
It's yourself, and when in doubt?
Man go with the flow and the cards that are dealt
Play the game hardcore
And they'll be yelling for encores be the yes-man
Quit being so hesitant
Embrace the imperfection that you are a pioneer
Equal to all those who conquer the fear
Smiling with tears precious years fly by open your ears so you can hear it out crystal clear, I'm here!
Resumes, bullet points, and rhetorics, riddle me this?
Who the fuck cares about all of this?
We keeping it hot
So you can burn out the fat It's soopa doopa funky music
Keep it dope like that
You never heard about us
You must be trippin' on crack
It's soopa doopa funky music
Make you grow out of stash
Take the time
Time that it takes
Embrace the chase
Hustle and grind
Out of your mind
Fluctuate
Walk your own pace
Stop running away
We keeping it hot
So you can burn out the fat It's soopa doopa funky music
Keep it dope like that
You never heard about us
You must be trippin' on crack It's soopa doopa funky music
Make you grow out a stash
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6. |
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01:32
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7. |
Bloody Sizzurp
02:10
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Got 3 ounce of weed and it's nothing
I'm looking for something stronger that will get me high ‘till next morning
I'm stuning, sweaty palms and forehead makes me cumming
My balls are even bluer than a smurf on vacation
Gimme the peels, weed and pussy, mind filled with nothing
Days without the good stuff gives me goosebumps and I'm fading
Feeling ever weaker that a spider with no legs and,
The legacy of hundred men standing with no conscience
I'm honest, but honestly the TV got me creeping
And radio is playing so much shit I just can focus
Hocus-Pocus, I disappear appearing living nothing but just powder
Brand power helping me choosing my syrup
I erupt, worst than a volcano bank Europe
Euros cause money's getting stronger than pesos
Ceso, get that cheese wiz and then spread it
So don't try to edit, just quit it
And give it the time for a minute
The time that it takes, the time and time think
A freak of the night I'm feeding
Lust the seed I need it
Sensations sedated
Going ape shit
Fantasy finding
Alternate universe
While being cursed
Give me a pound, take it
I ain't faking
Illegitimate illiterate sense indications
My heart on a silver platter
Showroom showcase
Half between the gates
3 dogs are barking for my steak
His long face throwing me a trace
Neck tied eyes wide
Seeing inside I can't escape
Captivated
Black eyes
Carnal in mind
Amount a flock of goats
While the sheppard has no hope
We interlope and then we dance
Roots growing through my feet
From the fruit of a tree
I can't reach or can't eat
It takes more than a dime
To travel in time and space time that it takes
So get on the ride and how high will you get
Leaving your mind to take time to get wet
This Bloody Sizz, ayo
More than a dime
To travel threw space in time, time that it get
So get on the ride and how high will it take
Leaving your soul to take time to get wet
Time to get wet
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8. |
Don't You Overcry
04:41
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I would like to stab you but don't you overcry
I would bash your brains out but don't you overcry
Just a second I'll try, before we get high
Just a second I'll try, before we get high
Empale you face through but don't you overcry
Mentally frustrate you but don’t you overcry
Just a second I'll try, before we get high
Just a second I'll try, before we get high
You getting fancy but you ain't saying nothing right?
You getting fancy but you ain't saying nothing huh?
you getting fancy but you ain't saying nothing man
I'm telling you it's something step it up don't give me nothing,
None of the above, show me some love man,
A little sentimental could go a long way
Hell no! no way! And as I listen to you talk insane?
Claim my name that you proclaim?
Please play the game
Get it off my back, I need to scratch,
Your voice sounds like a motown of an old school phonograph,
Get your ass crack with a flat stack, photograph that,
Get a fax, hold it up, bring that back,
Watch me ABC like Shaq, Kobe Bryant Brown Griffin,
You know the difference between a slave and assistance, whut?
I cause the dissonance so I can understand it,
Wrap around and hand it, jerky in a sandwich,
Hot sauce mouth burning while I'm a get the last bit,
Piece this puzzle, trying to be humble,
As I walk around a mumble, tumble up and make me fumble,
Trouble down, as the laboratory bubbles, hamster in a circle
Dictionary, a lollipop for Harry, I'm never talking crazy,
Man I tell you please believe me
I would like to stab you but don't you overcry
I would bash your brains out but don't you overcry
Just a second I'll try, before we get high
Just a second I'll try, before we get high
The Boogey Man just came through but don't you overcry
Don't worry buddy, I need you but don't you overcry
Just a second I'll try, before we get high
Just a second I'll try, before we get high
Back brain, halogen, hallucinate, remembering
Forget the time, remember time
Cross these digits, cross these lines, circle mind, my circle's fine
Stop lying man, get a hold of yourself, breath in, breath out
As a stick it down your mouth
Enough is enough man, calm the fuck down
The abyss and this morbid shit's irrelevant
But I need some oxygen, I can't breath, my hair falling off
What's this rash on my knee?
You just fine, make it bleed, shut the fuck up
What? You can't man, I'm loud as fuck
Get some god damn medicine
It's only a couple of bucks, what the fuck?
Take orders from nobody man, I run the job
You're just my stupid brain, you don't control my body
If you ain't the brain? Then who the hell I'm I? I mean you or I?
Keep crying, keep trying
And I'll be telling the truth at the same time lying
Creeping up where you last expect with perfect timing.
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9. |
Are We Cousins?
02:34
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Are we cousins up in here
Cause every time I step into the place
People act like they wanna we be near
Beers floating in my stomach cause I've been drinking a lot
It’s hot in here so take off all your clothes and take another shot
Hut 1, hut 2, hut 3 and we out
Cause every time I rock the microphone you know it's all about We make the ladies say whoop and the whoop say wow
And when we step into the place they be like turning it out Turning it up turning it down turning it wild going from side to side
Coast to coast and making them dial 911
Who brought a gun made the cypher go slow
Blow your mind with this spiritual insanity flow
And we plant seeds to make you believe that's what you need
Instamaticaly
Bring the funk to dope degrees
Freeze
Minute of silence for my musical heads
And the crowd who will support New Apple Taste ‘till I'm dead
And as we plant seeds
To give you whatcha
Hometown needs
And as we plant seeds
To give you whatcha need
Into the party get down
Put it on my tab and start another round, hold up now
Slow down for the sound that highly intoxicated countdown
Fifty beers on the wall till sundown well,
We be rockin' it bobbing your head till you'll be screaming
Give me some more shit,
I told you it's a party Pitbull better bring Bacardi,
I caught him with Masari parked outside
The Maserati with the windows kinda foggy, say what?
Called the paparazzi got a picture with a whiskey
Bleached my eyes now I'm retarded on the cover
Just like Britney
You forgot to say no homo
And I'm dying for a sip G
I'm more hardcore than Icecube collaborating with Disney
So with the bullshit set aside I divide fifty fifty
Put your hands up in the air
Shout it out and I declare
Stand up and be prepared
And as we plant seeds
To give you whatcha
Hometown needs
And as we plant seeds
To give you whatcha need
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10. |
Bawlin'gual
03:42
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Your obsessed and obsession
Keep on stressing when your guessing
With a tip of the dome, you ain't chilling
Depression making pressure on your shoulders Is to hard for you to handle
Handle bar that you missing cause
Money is an art, and destructive
Cause you want more and less weight
Cause your obsessed by the way that you look
The way that you think
Working to hard for nothing
You to soft to listen so listen up
Making it live, make it quick
Make it like you just wanna get a chick
Make it like you on your grind
Make it like a new state of mind
Make it like your mine, drinking red wine just fine
Being late but still get it on time
Make it like on top of the world
Money and pearls like you got co-signed
Money on your mind make you crave another line
So what you want now better put your hands up
Trying to hard make a brother go nuts
Got to keep on trying if your with me listen up
Like yea. like what
Listen up
How many times gotta beat it out
Let me say it again got to make you understand
Beating aloud with my head in the sand
Let me spinning again on this one night stand
And if we playing the game
“Well let me play it”
Know we got the shame to deal with
Witness before from first hand
Planned the situation
Time and time again
Got me back where i started
Right where i began
360 degrees on my knees
Had enough of that same old thing but yo
When a man wants to grow
You gotta expect the hardship and the path that it layed to follow
Give me more of what i need
A little more work as i exceed
Paralyzed if I'm not consumed by all the greed
When theres no many mouths to feed
Plenty to go around
My common sense telling me something ain't sound
So what you want now better put your hands up
Trying too hard make a brother go nuts
Got to keep on trying if your with me listen up
Like yea like what
Listen up
1 and 2, 3 , 4 , 5, 6, 7, straight to motherfucking heaven
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11. |
Hoy Doy
04:33
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Ain't got money for my Pabst Blue Ribbon,
So I start shooting with my dad's new weapon
I want it all, from the money to the people bleeding gold
And the only gate away from this sorrow is holding on
From the power that you hold to the darkest burning soul
But it comes a time, you realize you don't fit in the mold
The discussions are persuasive and this case is getting old
Pop a molly, feeling naughty, dreams of fucking everybody
Had to put my goals on deck cause right now i'm feeling fresh
Mom and dad tried to put me in a box, and what not
But I broke this motherfucker while calling them a slut
Burn the house down getting more green than lucky charm
Sold my soul to the devil just to get a couple of bucks
Haven't dance with the devil for a while, don't give a fuck
I want it all, from the dog that licks its balls
To the cat about to fall
So I crush its stupid skulls and rip their lives to save mine
They don't understand me? I built my own government
Scream fuck the world, damn shit's irrelevant
Damn irrelevant so you can sing again
And every time I swear you can double clap your hand
Ain't got money for my
No feelings for that
Can't see you inside Breaking holes in a vat
What you having in mind? I'll be getting the bat
Pop the trunk around 9 Park outside by the back
Ain't got money for my Pabst Blue Ribbon
So I start shooting with my dad's new weapon
Now what I want, brother man
Walking tall, listen up
I'm going back again, get in the van, stand straight stand!
While the wall is over towering
Head hurting, wild turning, my eyes bleeding
I need another way to do this, perceived for me to see
The bright side from a dark mind overshadowing me
Instigate, infiltrating, obligation to this game and my oath
Sacrifice myself for the price, the board is set, pieces made
How can I help you today?
Or is it written on my face?
An old man from experience, fearing no death
A code to live by, samurai mind, cold killer inside
Forget a tranquil life, gotta have what's mine!
Sharper than the blade who kills the peacemaker
I'll be shaking my hands with money makers
I'll be eating the dogs who feed me
A menu full of swine is my only intake to make it, fear me, fear me!
Bend yourself by the knees!
Cause all i ever wanted was a place to be free!
But all i ever got was a killer's degree
Meat bags with Saran Wrap tags
And jet black interiors within my tinted glasses
Down
Spiralling around and round we going
Down
Full blown, full blooded, full steam ahead, terminator Down
Congratulations I'll be hitting rock bottom Down
Miscalculated apprehension, a cataclysm
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12. |
Goodbye Porn Pirates
03:50
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Time keep ticking on my time bomb, self destruct
5-4-3-2-1 fuck and I erupt under your chairs, better stay right there
Cause i don't know the next time it comes so be aware
And if this craziness ain't enough for you to handle this
Here's the key lock yourself don't care for turtle fish you pussy
I'm the last one standing on this band flag waving
Infiltrating your mind, planting seeds
Infantile rhymes make me younger than that
Please excuse my syntax, fuck that
Political correctness with a finger in the air now you know where I'm at
Unpalatable and complicated crafting by midnight
Right in my basement , it's alive, it's alive
With a 70's jive brother mad light the fuse to my dynamite hot damn,
You criticize my crookedness bad mouth to grumble grumble
Wait a second i'll learn to be humble
Bounce
Boxing you to get an ounce All that money better count
Riding on my Buffalo Bounce Flounce
Nit pick wigga better figure Here I come to announce
Camouflage just like a ninja
Beats the low, gets the best
Feel the rest you getting fresh to death
Don't eat that rat
Apologize in a fact
Genocide in my warped mind
I warped in time
I worked ‘till 9
The wildest rhymes until it hurt my spine
Wine and dine
Finest lines
Find this lion
Dine a dash
Hurts real fast to make shit last
Watch your back
Cause worms are back
Fresh, fresh to fill out
My phrases all on time
Breath to beat out
Syncopated on the drums gets the white out
Back to the one
Crazy mother fucker here we go
Here I'm coming, kamikaze on the run
Shake your ass give me something
Get me the blade back in the days
And my head filled with nothing hoping killing flaming building
My flame thrower over, no
I'm only getting naughty on this joint humping on this point
Holy cow, pick up this shit with ShamWow
Crown my style, call me a king for a while
Creativity rhymes with insanity , believe me I be that N.A.T.H.O.D., man
Ph.D on my M.P.C. be healthy, eating my BLT
And yawl be thinking that i be crazy
And that's right, stop watching your empty-V
And pop figure and B.E.T.
And pop figure on B.E.T. it like me like
Beats the low gets the best
Feel the rest you getting fresh to death
Don't eat that rat
Apologize in a fact
Genocide in my warped mind
I warped in time
Fresh fresh to fill out
My phrases all on time
Breath to beat out
Syncopated on the drums gets the white out
Back to the one
Bounce
Flounce
Nit pick wigga better figure Here I come to announce
Riding on my buffalo bounce Flounce
Boxing out to get and ounce All that money better count
Camouflage just like a ninja Bounce
Nit pick wigga better figure
Here I come to announce
Riding on my Buffalo Bounce Flounce
Boxing out to get and ounce
All that money better count
Riding on my Buffalo Bounce
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13. |
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01:19
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Abuseum, abuseum, abuseum, abuseum..
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14. |
No Room In Hell
05:03
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Counter productive man,
Counter intuitive, counter the fact displace of where the truth is
Got you in line, got you in numbers
Got you right up in the place to where you crawl up and face
The real fact and dealt to make you crack
Stand by and not react and still behind your back
It's the shadow of the face that you can not erase
So stand back and embrace the world and it's fate and say
They got no soul
They reaped no soul
Don't give a damn about what they stole
So they still got no soul
I've been running for a minute now
Chicken without a head
Can somebody explain me how
Breathless fuckin exhausted I can barely see
My girl tells me that's I'm crazy but it just happens to be
Escaping from something try to set me free
Indescribly can't apprehend it I've been hearing the voice
They got no soul
They reaped no soul
Don't give a damn about what they stole
So they still got no soul
I saw their eyes in the mirror and they got no soul
I keep on running where I'm going yo they already know
Gave all my money and possessions but they only want more
Handed my heart and my spirit but there is no cure
And the infection that is spreading mortal minds they keep on begging
Creeping up and has the craving growing up can't stop expanding and this world is for the taking
Get me out!
Try to breath in while I'm breathing it out I'm losing my count, counting minutes
Seconds, hours ‘till them sucka bounce
I can't see which means I'm half blinded
And timeless is killing me
They're running fast and honestly they got no soul
So they try to take mine
Worst than Columbine
Shooting shit along the way
Witch is making me wait
So they can ripe my life away
Had to pretend it's all good it's ok
As my heart it turns to clay
And minute after minute and hour after hour
We kept on doing same shits
The same old fucking sorrow
Apple hear, apple there
Apple fucking everywhere
In the mirror when I stare
WTF are you looking at?
...You got to believe me, please!
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New Apple Taste Montréal, Québec
New Apple Taste is a band based in Montreal, composed of five musicians and two emcees.
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New Apple Taste est un groupe montréalais, composé de cinq musiciens et de deux emcees.
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