| I got the force that could knock a Sumo wrestler down
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| Professional sound that’s puttin’rappers flesh in the ground
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| Scared of a candid-cameras for plantin’a bomb
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| But takin’shots with mechanical cannons in my arm
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| A verbal-tech battle mech ready to flex
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| You step to me next you get metal machete’s to necks
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| Then I slice jugular veins, crushin’your frame
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| 'Till the pressure from the skull plates bustin’your brain
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| I’m the type to spit and make you say «that's fuckin’insane»
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| And when your not payin’attention, I’ll be touchin’your dame
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| I could make your whole squads frames bust in to flames
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| So why you speak on my name? |
| you got nothin’to gain
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| Except two black eyes, a broke jaw, and a broke nose
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| I hope foes know I got nothin’but dope flows
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| I’m spittin’perfectly verbally
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| Ap’s eternally as intricate as surgery or fixin’broken circuitry
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| It’s like boom bap, fuck your rap
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| You ain’t ready for Celph and you ain’t ready for Ap It goes boom bap, fuck your rap
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| 'Cause you might get smacked with the back of the gat
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| Yo everybody on the wall get the fuck out yo position
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| And focus on the God with the raw power of six men
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| Look me in the phone book, my math be unlisted
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| Got top secret formulas with 7th wonders orbit systems
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| You know the signature, the Celph titled literature
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| Get intricate with flows and carry mechanisms to spit at cha
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| Who want what? |
| I sell beats for G-notes
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| Put three in your fleece coat and tie your neck to a ski-boat
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| You know I make the heat disasterly spill
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| And let the chrome sparkle like Master P’s grille
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| Nigga’s say godammit he’s ill why ain’t he blow yet?
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| I came before Christ, hip hop wasn’t even known yet
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| The only time you catch me holdin’my tongue
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| Is if I cut it off and gripped it and spit more linguistics
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| Beyond long distance, dial the chrome for assistance
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| And use my sharp looks to bag hundreds of bitches
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| Self-pachino, you know the name from the beat down
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| Amputate my arms and I still wont put the heat down
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| This is prophecy, don’t make me repeat this
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| Put a magnet to your data and leave your files deleted
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| Motherfucker! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chrome Depot Freestyle, artist - Apathy. Album song Just Begun / Chrome Depot Freestyle, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп