Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rise and Shine, artist - Apathy.
Date of issue: 01.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rise and Shine |
I got these rappers scatterin' like shatterin' |
Your nose bones and splatterin' |
Blood in front of a hypochondriac with rare African forms |
Of an airborne pathogen passin' through a sneeze |
While I’m smashin' through MCs to bring the masses to their knees |
I passed all my degrees and handcrafted a masterpiece |
Now I’m after that mac-n-cheese to make money like Maccabees |
Imagine all these maggots like magnets attractin' G’s |
Swear that swag is homemade when they studyin' Apathy’s |
They pacin' back and forth on the stage like they half deceased |
Or they speakin' in Japanese or they stuck on a bag of trees |
Or they fuck up lyrics and freeze… suckers are so predictable |
I miss when it was dope to be original |
I’m so heartbroken I part the ocean like Moses to escape |
But they threw up the bat signal so I’m goin' to get my cape |
I’m gettin' my old tapes and all them heavy ass crates |
Scrutinizin' all my mistakes, I’ll do whatever it takes |
Rise and shine, write a rhyme |
And think about all of them rappers that I wanna kill |
Rise and shine, write a rhyme |
Another day, another night, another dollar bill |
Rise and shine, write a rhyme |
And think about all of them rappers that I wanna kill |
Rise and shine, write a rhyme |
Another day, another night |
I sit and stare at the disproportionate portrait of portions that rappers speak |
upon |
That sneak up on Ponzis that prompt me to palm, my speakers drawn |
Fond of lyricism, subject matter with substance gathered close |
I tend to douse 'em with both |
Instead of facetious songs that bottom feed methodically |
Like Constantine tricked us by mixin' Paganism with modern Christian theology |
God to me is probably somethin' you never seen, let it ring |
My lyrics come to life like that rabbit crafted from Velveteen |
My self-esteem was punctured, lungs drippin' in acetone |
My Ex told me, «Stop feelin' sorry, get off your ass, you’re grown» |
These other rappers suck dick, in fact it’s known |
Cheeks inflated like them jazz musicians blowin' the saxophone |
That cast a stone? |
You plastic clones adapt poems |
Like diggin' for fossil fuels extracted out of Jurassic bones |
You excavated a style that I encoded |
Spittin' rhymes back to me like I wasn’t the one who wrote it, motherfucker |
Rise and shine, write a rhyme |
And think about all of them rappers that I wanna kill |
Rise and shine, write a rhyme |
Another day, another night, another dollar bill |
Rise and shine, write a rhyme |
And think about all of them rappers that I wanna kill |
Rise and shine, write a rhyme |
Another day, another night, another dollar bill |