Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Order, artist - Apathy. Date of issue: 01.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Order |
| Demigodz |
| The order is manslaughter |
| Ap is back |
| Come on Ap… what you waitin for? |
| Take a deep breath because ya don’t have another left |
| Come on Ap… what you waitin for? |
| I’m back on my bullshit, 24−7 |
| Y’all better store weapons from the floor to the heavens |
| And put away them phones tryna record me flexin' |
| I’ll slap a motherfucker into the 4th dimension |
| You do it for attention or do it for recognition |
| We’ll knock ya DJ out and leave the record skippin' |
| The Demigod religion you can put your faith in |
| Put ya face in a brick wall until it caves in |
| We killers and cavemen, case closed, game over |
| Fuck «lit», I’m bringin' a literal flame thrower |
| I got a stinger missile in range of ya Range Rover |
| Back in the day ya tape would get tossed or taped over |
| Won’t go on Flex, he can’t handle me flowin' |
| Fuck a bomb, get the sound of a planet explodin' |
| The sound of a space shuttle when it land in the ocean |
| Or the sound of a war vet who can’t handle emotions |
| Rockin' back and forth with the hammer reloadin' |
| The sound of the hammer of Odin or a sample from The Omen |
| Get a scream from ya worst bad dream |
| And I’ll put it in a verse and get it cut from Preem |
| There’s nowhere to run to |
| I don’t care if you got a gun or you can do kung fu |
| When Ap is on the mic and start doin' his «one-two» |
| The silencers screw on and light bulbs unscrew |
| Demigodz |
| The order is manslaughter |
| Ap is back |
| Come on Ap… what you waitin for? |
| Take a deep breath because ya don’t have another left |
| Come on Ap… what you waitin for? |
| I’m a rap Outkast like Big Boi’s group |
| (Futuristic) Do features for Bitcoin loot |
| Pull the pistol out your palm like, «This toy’s cute» |
| Dissemble it, melt the metal, and destroy you |
| I got bouncers at the club that’ll let me in with burners |
| And priests in my hood who won’t let me in they churches |
| Even though I’m God and they gon' sweat me in they service |
| So I just air 'em out, real petty in my verses |
| I never ever sleep like Freddy’s in my furnace |
| These underground clowns tryna get me in they circus |
| But I’m deep with the subs and I ain’t ready to surface |
| Fuck somebody ever tryna tell me what my worth is |
| The weight of these words is 'bout as heavy as the Earth is |
| Always roll deep and stay ready for the skirmish |
| 'Cause people plottin' on me like Many Men to Curtis |
| So I purchase many weapons, even get me 'em refurbished |
| I’m goin' off the grid, I’m already in the sewers |
| About to fake my death like Eddie and the Cruisers |
| Dress sophisticated so I’m sexier to cougars |
| But I’m deadly when intruders try to test me with the Rugers |
| I move like a ninja do, especially in Pumas |
| Sittin' next to Jesus, starin' skeptically at Judas |
| My enemies are foolish, never catch me with them losers |
| I’ll be waitin' for 'em with machetes and bazookas |
| Let 'em know Preem |
| Demigodz |
| The order is manslaughter |
| Ap is back |
| Come on Ap… what you waitin for? |
| Take a deep breath because ya don’t have another left |
| Come on Ap… what you waitin for? |
| Ap is back, Ap is back, Ap is back |
| Come on Ap… what you waitin for? |