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