Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song New England Royalty , by - Apathy. Release date: 29.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
New England Royalty |
| I used to blow dough for clothes now I’m reachin' the peak |
| Of tax write-offs cashin' in sneaker receipts |
| I’m a creature from the deep got freaks that’ll creep |
| Drop knowledge in raps but most people are sheep |
| Grim reaper to beats, I put speakers to sleep |
| The way I speak muthafuckers won’t sleep for a week |
| Insomniacs like a Saudi soldier sittin' on third shift |
| Words lift objects and make the whole earth shift |
| Was birthed with a gift when these earthlings riff |
| I’m like Galactus, comic nerds catch my drift |
| I’m spectacular, time traveler from the old days |
| I’ll blow the power grid and put us back in the Stone Age |
| A million clones were made from flows I made |
| Leave more skulls displayed than the Bones Brigade |
| I disintegrate brains leavin' domes decayed |
| Military robotic dogs and drones invade |
| The homes they raid are combed and opposers slayed |
| Folks enslaved for info the hopeless trade |
| I’m from where the average’ll get ripped up and ravaged |
| Even a crazed savage prays for safe passage |
| Somebody call the ambulance |
| I keep a gun in my jeans, and call 'em hammer pants |
| Use a sledgehammer for ants so cancel ya plans |
| You’ll have a better chance with cancer implanted in ya glands |
| I’ll tackle and stab up a woolly mammoth |
| Skin 'em and stretch the pelt for belts |
| And fresh canvas write raps and manage |
| To pull off the outlandish |
| I’m tryin' to figure how to exist without planets |
| God in training, God I’m amazing |
| A God who’s gazing through telescopes and raising |
| Life forms and worlds of beings who look to the sky |
| And pray to the A-P-A-T-H-Y |
| As far as rap, I tap into the hearts of millions |
| Got it locked like wi-fi in apartment buildings |
| I’m so resilient, y’all are so reptilian |
| Bunch of snakes and villains |
| You’re a waste of billions of molecules |
| I’m volatile, video tapin' women with hands taped |
| Even though you can’t rape the willin' |
| I was considered a jabberwocky before them suckers were dancin' |
| Imagine enhancing the insanity of Charles Manson |
| A fast learner who studied the madness of mass murderers |
| It’s like you passed a burner to someone with Aspergers |
| I’m back with a bag of the baddest automatic macs with the mags |
| Massive as a mastodon tusk to bust crabs |
| Ya flags get burned, turn 'em into dust in a urn |
| Y’all don’t know when to keep ya mouth shut, but trust me you’ll learn |
| You’re about as gully as Fern Gully buddy |
| So I’ma leave ya body bloody |
| Stab ya stunt double, injure ya under study |
| Understand me? |
| I’m like the step father up in ya family |
| Fuck ya mother, eat ya food and I’m rude and ya can’t stand me |
| And ya momma should’a opted for «Plan B» |
| I paint vivid images I’m a mutant not a human like Stan Lee |
| Official pistol packin' pussy poppin' Posse poppin' |
| More flashes than paparazzi or Miley poppin' an Oxy |
| I’m body rockin' like Rocky with Russians |
| Erruptin' rippin' production |
| Y’all are typical as political corruption |
| I’m literally disgusting as wounds scabbing and pussing |
| From blades stabbing and thrusting |
| The Hulk smashin' and crushin', I’m buggin' |
| How did y’all really expect me to feel? |
| When y’all are sweatin' Kendrick like he reinvented the wheel |
| Don’t get it twisted it was ill, he definitely got skill |
| But y’all were remixing Control like it would get you a deal |
| Crazy gay, trying to get some shine this way |
| Is like bein' a solar panel on a rainy day |
| As valuable as naked photos of Macy Grey |
| Y’all are disrespectful pissin' in the place we pray |