Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Santogold Freestyle, artist - Apathy. Album song Fire Walk with Me: It's the Bootleg, Muthafuckas! Vol. 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.09.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Demigodz Enterprises
Song language: English
Santogold Freestyle |
When they kick out your front door |
How you gonna come? |
With your hands on your head |
Or on the trigger of your gun? |
I’m a killer off the top this is not a drill |
Simply just a lot of skill |
Keep it moving, never time to stop and chill |
Pop a pill, down a drink |
When your brain is out of sync |
Study one of Ap’s raps, it’s teach you how to think |
Perculate your brain waves |
Circulate your blood flow |
I am Titantic, you’re a bunch of little tug boats |
But I never sink, navagate away from ice |
Ap will find the most percise savage way to slay the mic |
Cause I stay up late at night in the labratory |
You could never out perform me |
End of story, dopest in my category |
Rappers wanna work with me? |
Haha you probably can’t afford me |
You are way too young and it would kinda feel like statutory |
Acting corny, sweating me until there is no more sweat in me |
And if I, drip dry, you would just think less of me |
So |
I keep my flow fluent, fluid flowing |
This is not a fluke, you would puke trying to do the shit I’m doing |
I could ruin rappers, chew and crap you out into the sewer |
Ap’s mental like a Pentium, there ain’t a new computer faster |
Take a second with it |
I take a minute with it |
Quit it cause you’ll never get it |
It’ll stretch your little fitted |
Blow your head apart, head to toe |
Freeze ya like an eskimo |
Write a suicide letter, sign it with an X and O |
Sorry that I have no sentimental abilities |
I’m just nuts so put me in the mental facility |
When they kick out your front door |
How you gonna come? |
With your hands on your head |
Or on the trigger of your gun? |
When the law break in |
How you gonna go? |
Shot down on the pavement |
Or waiting in death row? |
You can crush us |
You can bruise us |
But you’ll have to answer to |
Oh, the guns of Brooklyn |
The money feels good |
And your life, you like it well |
But surely your time will come |
As in heaven, as in hell |