Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Philosophical Gangsta , by - Apathy. Release date: 20.03.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Philosophical Gangsta , by - Apathy. Philosophical Gangsta |
| I spit liquid nitrogen, mics are left freezin’cold |
| MC’s explode, exposin’they weakened soul |
| My speech controls the block like street patrols |
| I’m a monster who stomps foes and eats 'em whole |
| In zero degree weather through the sleet and snow for the doe |
| That’s how we do it in the east, ya know? |
| I’m only a 104 seasons old |
| But my brain remains locked in the genius mode |
| Philosophical, brainwaves branch like tree limbs on Tims |
| Life reflex’s off Lexus rims |
| Expensive things, the necklace and extra rings |
| Erection sex on X the excessive flings |
| Huh |
| Somebody notify they next of kin |
| And tell them to pray to God, God let’s them in |
| A lot of 'em are snakes tryin’to shed their skins |
| So the friction they bring only helps 'em win |
| «Philosophical gangsta» |
| I try to use my mind before I use my fist |
| But I’m a lose my mind if I don’t use my fist |
| You on my grind, I’m a use my clique |
| Speak only which, oh you useless with loose lips |
| Hug this strip |
| It’s part of my anatomy |
| My body, my mind, my soul’s a walkin’tragedy |
| Streetlamps be that umbilical cord |
| Quart waters, malt liquors, yeah, that’s chemical war |
| I battle through life, tippin’and wheezin' |
| The blocks is the embryo |
| It’s livin’and breathin' |
| Vampire thriving off innocents blood |
| Do my dirt strong arm |
| Y’all still gettin’mugged |
| Anyone can pop and run |
| It ain’t always the livest one that’s got a gun |
| Some people gotta think smarter than that |
| I’m from Bed Stuy |
| I think harder than that nigga |
| Think harder than that |
| 1−2-1−6. |
| Philosophical. |
| Apathy. |
| Poison Pen. |
| Bad Seed. |
| Yeah. |
| «Philosophical gangsta» |
| Walk with my pants low |
| Doo rag tied tight |
| Money in my pocket, yes sir, my minds right |
| I’m about to start robbin’niggas in the limelight |
| Hang 'em off them buildings |
| Drop niggas nine flights |
| I’m Bad Seed |
| Nope, I ain’t no dancer |
| I’m a thinkin’thug nigga |
| «Philosophical gangsta» |
| Got guns big as |
| A.J. |
| clips |
| Run up on you little niggas like, «It's payday bitch! |
| «Bad Seed don’t get many choices |
| Please doggy |
| I’m Apathetic, beast, plus my Pen is Poison |
| Sink shots in your chest make your button up moisten |
| I ain’t around but I still hear y’all voices |
| Keep talkin’shit y’all gonna hear them noises |
| I’m 5'9"pop, same height as Royce is |
| Don’t come around with that irrelevant shit |
| Go to Johnny, the Pope and the vegetable bitch |
| Yeah. |
| Don’t just think outside the box. |
| Think outside your blocks |
| Yo Exact, we’re puttin’you on the map with this one |
| «Philosophical gangsta» |
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Apathy
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Bad Seed