This the Wun
Title | This the Wun |
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Artist | Apathy |
Album | Hell’s Lost & Found: It’s The Bootleg, Muthafu@kas! Volume 2 |
Release Date | (not set) |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Verse 1 - 8th] I'm astrological, astronomical You just ass, trash you horrible I'm a leader, you a wannabe Tryna see where I'm going so you follow me You got a mask on, when you pass on through Like every single day it's Halloween I got a crack on you, put the ash on you Like getaway did don't bother me I'm on a level that you never get to see bro It's sad but true you never get to see dough And on a track with you and me It's like comparing the actual thing to placebo I'm like a twister the wind with throw ya To a place where nobody over there will know ya Get ready for 8th, the gamе is over You're about to see my face on your sistеr's poster [Chorus x2] This the one, gotta make the system bump Everybody gives it love 8th on the beat you know people are talkin' saying [Verse 2 - 8th] All I can give you is shit I've been through The pen the pencil the instrumental Strength of my mental run it up into I'm big life story I know it'll affect you I'm swimming in the beat, delivering that heat I just giving what they geeking for, shittin' in they sheets Ya'll living what you speak, riffing on the beat In fame, you dip to rip besides similar to me You should wish upon a me, words fitted to a tee My mission is never missing lungs, I'm living I be The opposite of whatever the fuck you label me I gotta get this money so what you paying for me Hell muh-fuckin-no you a muh-fuckin-hoe On the count of three on economy let it go So fed up with the same old type of shit Yeah you shine like rainbow brighten bitch [Chorus x2] This the one, gotta make the system bump Everybody gives it love 8th on the beat you know people are talkin' saying You might also like(Apathy) "I keep the babysitter up in a whole different way" [Verse 3 - Apathy] Hear a little bit of patter from your baby momma crib Little did you know it's kinda funny but it ain't your kid Ap's at it again, stick a chicken and quit it Quicker than reporters caught it and write it down with a pen Depending on how the rhyme's bending time My mind's sending endless lines that's meant to shine Ship-shape ricochet shatter the hand Of bystanders standing too close to the cannon Can it be a man or mechanical mechanism This section of rhythm injecting little writtens in 'em Like venom invented the denim I did it like Diddy Had 'em running right out of the city Ain't it pretty how foes go round How the hoes go down Get a pen Imma teach you how to hold shit down You could get your shit from Ap cuz I'm sick son Make your bitch lick cum right off of this one [Chorus x2] This the one, gotta make the system bump Everybody gives it love 8th on the beat you know people are talkin' saying |