Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Rapper, artist - Apathy. Album song Honkey Kong, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.08.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Demigodz Enterprises
Song language: English
No Rapper |
No rapper can rap quite like I can |
No rapper can rap quite like I can |
No rapper can rap |
No rapper can rap |
No rapper can rap, can rap, can rap |
I’m like Tyson, way before the tat on his face |
A knucklehead punching meteors back into space |
Evacuate the Earth, these puny humans in trouble |
I’m leaving ruined in rubble, head for the moon on the double |
I’m brass-knuckled up, hoody pulled tighter than Elliott |
Dippin' quick with E.T. |
on his bike basket |
I like static, mic addict, white magic spells like a sorcerer |
Man with the wingspan of the Nemesis Enforcer |
I birth rappers, don’t bite the hand that feeds you |
I’ll bite back, I’ll eat you, devour and defeat you |
I’m lethal with raps, only leave you with scraps |
Of the meat that you sink your teeth through |
That was Ap’s, it’s a fact Fuck hoes till they backbones collapse |
Who the fuck gassed you up? |
You’s a sucker for snatch |
Suffering succotash, motherfuckers is trash |
Next time you listen to your buddies, wear a gas mask |
What I blast, similar to nuclear waves or atom bomb |
Back to the lab, turn rap to ancient Babylon |
Sinners can soak in hellfire for treason and these new jacks |
Get slapped in they craps for breathing and |
It’s freezing in the summer, July and June will seem |
Colder than night on the dark side of the moon |
You collide with a goon who spawned inside a cocoon |
Fuck whores inside a saloon, then ride to high noon |
Any survivors consumed, or left alive with the fumes |
Are liable to be suicidal, left inside of a tomb |
You should stay off the mic, stick to being a fan |
Cause no rapper can rap quite like I can |
No rapper can rap quite like I can |
No rapper can rap quite like I can |
No rapper can rap |
No rapper can rap |
No rapper can rap, can rap, can rap |
I’m a bionic commando, rocking metal gear |
Find me in the studio with a dead engineer |
And I’ll never shed a tear for the shit I shouldn’t had did |
Shatter bones when I shove a shank into your ribs |
I’m the lord of the rings, four fingers and brass knuckles |
Walking on the surface of Saturn, breathing gas bubbles |
Heavy ammunition, I’m a powerful magician |
And someone’s a demon when four moons are in position |
I’ll be cocking back a cannon that mechanically links |
With an army rolling deeper than the Gramercy Riffs |
Separate fact from myth, word, Ap is the shit |
Suckers get lit, jugulars slit, I’m running this shit |
I’m rep-killing suckers from Tokyo to Temecula |
Rocking my competitors to knock 'em out this nebula |
I can assemble several metal weapons in seven seconds |
Set 'em up to puncture while you pumping Evanescence |
Rappers get soft every second, so I ain’t sweating y’all |
Flows I compose stay flammable as ethanol |
So on Friday I’m practicing gunplay |
Playing Rebecca Black backwards to Black Sunday |
Ready to rip, we’re rapping the repetition |
I’m dope, the definition of death and demolition |
Priests get premonitions and pray |
They not praying, it’s peace |
Cause A-P is a beast, I don’t play |
Way too forty I kill rappers in my way |
Swear to God 99% of new jacks are gay |
With they nerdy-ass voice and they little frat flow |
Rip they soul out they throat, throw it through a black hole |
I blackout, pack backpacks with black pistols |
Leave you shook as criminals seeing the bat signal |
So fall the fuck back, stick to being a fan |
Cause no rapper can rap quite like I can |
No rapper can rap quite like I can |
No rapper can rap quite like I can |
No rapper can rap |
No rapper can rap |
No rapper can rap, can rap, can rap |