| We think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are.
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| You see us as you want to see us… In the simplest terms, in the most
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| convenient definitions. |
| But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain.
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| and an athlete… and a basket
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| Case… a princess… and a criminal. |
| Does that answer your question?
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| Apathy. |
| Honkey Kong. |
| You say you on your grind like… that’s something special.
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| That’s what you supposed to be doin' motherfucker. |
| We rap, it’s not like we
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| build houses… or do rocket science. |
| Y’all need to get over yourselves for
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| real
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| I’m body baggin' everything in sight, the site of a mass murder
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| A White dude rippin' mic’s, rare as black surfer
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| Ap serve ya, do a surgical procedures on speakers
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| 'Til the EMT’s are pullin' off these emcee’s sneakers
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| I ain’t grow up like Leave It To Beaver or Mike Seaver
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| I’m from where the white trash invented the wife beater
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| Hallelujah, born in the sewer like Michaelangelo
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| Donatello, and Splinter, then sent to earth with the antidote
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| To wipe out wackness, strike out fast as
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| Cobra fangs, blow ya brains, no remains just ashes
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| These days people get amazed by the mental
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| 'Cause I’m secretive as rituals in Masonic temples
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| I don’t care if they from suburbs, or raised in the ghetto
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| They grab they pad and they pencil and start tracin' my stencil
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| Why you prayin' to god to get a taste of the devil
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| How you tryna be real when you made by Gepetto
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| You lil' marionettes, swear your carryin' techs
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| I’ll incinerate your flesh… then bury the rest
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| I’m east coast as is gets, any stage that they put me on
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| Came out the womb with Timbs and a hoodie on
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| East… Coast… Rapist
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| «It ain’t hard to tell, I’m the East Coast Overdoser"-The Notorious B.I.
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| G 'Party and Bullshit'
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| «Got East Coast locked down, padlocked"-Ol' Dirty Bastard 'Shimmy Shimmy Ya'
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| I’ll make you curse the day you were born, the way you was formed
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| Make you wish you was the stain on the page of a porn
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| I don’t take the bull by the horns, I’ll rip the horns from his cranium
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| I’m nuclear, urine test’s fulla uranium
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| Radioactive, my radio’s massive
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| Like I’m Radio Raheem, keep the police passive
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| 'Cause… Nobody want it, I’m hotter than fire feels
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| Karate chop cop cars and punch thru riot shields
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| I’m the bionic man, I’m Lee Majors
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| Sellin' crack in the 80's with 3 pagers
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| I’m the east coast beat killer and rapist
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| Police sketches identify our faces
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| I murdered the mic in about 48 states
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| What I do to mixtapes will catch me a rape case
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| Too many faggots gettin' money, get your paper straight
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| Y’all are gay as a dude usin' a shake weight
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| Y’all are snake bait, rats in the boa’s tank
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| Sayin' you killin' shit, motherfucker you know you ain’t
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| I go in the paint, the defense scatters
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| The backboard shatters, the same exact shit I do rappers
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| East Coast Rapist |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song East Coast Rapist , by - Apathy. Song from the album Honkey Kong, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп