| I see you jockin' AP, jockin' AP
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| You boy flows so fresh
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| Ap to Earth
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| Is it worth my time?
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| To come back down to Earth, spit a verse spit a rhyme
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| This is sample simple rappers, one at a time
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| Dissect them with a scaple cut 'em line by line
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| Like coke on a mirror, could I make it any clearer?
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| Mind’s stronger than Akira, you’re cheaper than Ikea
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| I see ya right there, wait, here’s an idea
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| Disappear 'fore any dental records to ID ya
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| I fear no man, I’m savage as Conan
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| Got barbaric raps and axe in both hands
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| If you’re bluer than a Smurf or red as a Coke can
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| This is rap so adapt, be a fucking grown man
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| Now led me your ear before I end your career
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| I’ve been killing MCs since Pepsi was clear
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| Since Gretsky and Jordan and Jackson had a cartoon
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| Ap’s the truth, ain’t no use in argueing
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| I see you jockin' AP, jockin' AP
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| You boy flows so fresh
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| Mike put me on the mic it seemed like the right time
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| Like fights over Nikes, this is white on white crime
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| I ain’t even at my prime even though I’m 29
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| I’m nine million times better than when I was signed
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| I’m out of my fucking mind bitch, Ap’s the answer
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| I’m the bumble bees knees, I’m the cat’s pajamas
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| If you claim to be the best or the greatest
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| Then I must be something you can’t even say in the human language
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| Interstellar, best seller, kicking accapellas
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| So hot I cool off with helicopter propellers
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| Your shit is crazy
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| When they play me
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| People ask, «Who turned on the AC?»
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| Cause my flows so cold, that your lady
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| Got her nipples hard listening to AP
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| Life’s A Bitch and you can ask AZ
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| That’s why most of my people stay hazy
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| All them rappers like, «Ap why your flow so immaculate?»
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| «Cause I like rapping bitch»
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| And I’m way way way above average
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| College kids study Ap with graphs and grids
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| I see you jockin' AP, jockin' AP
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| You boy flows so fresh |