| As soon as they heard Apathy they tried to pull the batteries out the box
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| But rapidly drop when they reacted to shocks
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| They overloaded over-lord of the land, the mortal, the man
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| Who’s sorta like a soldier with a sword in his hand
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| According to myth, a rapper that was born with a gift
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| The force of his spit could cause internal organs to shift
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| In the beginning non believers tried to force him to quit
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| Ignorin' his wit, now the suckers orbit his dick
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| Embracin' in clubs, fake smilin' faces and hugs
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| Fabricated love all because he’s makin' a buzz
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| The snakes who hate, went outside waitin' with thugs
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| To beat you down until ya shit got traces of blood
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| Y’all are new jacks to rap soundin' spacey and bugged
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| I been spittin' since ya mother had to lace up your Lugs
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| Face it it’s over you tryin' to move the base of a boulder
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| With weights on ya shoulders so stand back or wait till you’re older
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| Lil' soldier
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| Trust me I got ways to control ya
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| I’m like God to the Devil
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| Ap is Satan’s Jehovah
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| I don’t even write raps cause the paper would smolder
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| So the flows are never over till I say that they over
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| Represent Represent
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| They say a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach
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| But I know a shortcut that’s through the chest which ain’t too far from it
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| Ain’t fuckin' with cameras but I’m takin breast shots
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| My gat bangs while you playin Max Payne on X-Box
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| Watch the lead chop a couple strands out ya dreadlocks
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| And send you niggas J-walkin' like you rockin' S. Dots
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| Swing medieval swords with lethal force, behead ya soldiers
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| Not talkin' soap but these bullets will clean your Head & Shoulders
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| Arms back and torso kneecaps they all go
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| When we open fire at your little sisters horse show
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| Celph Titled the Rubix Cuban is shootin' through ya roof with Rugers
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| Jumpin' out the sewer in a scuba suit
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| Fuck with the Godz and feel the agony of Hell’s grip
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| My niggas throw grenades the size of Patti LaBelle’s tits
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| Rap about artillery but never had no parts of missiles
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| Thought you had a gun but all you had was just a starter pistol
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| Represent Represent
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| Yo hatin' me is only makin' me more hungry and anxiously
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| To get mine and sit by more cake than bakeries
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| The Godz clique make hits but different from all of these artists
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| Y’all sellin' more fake shit than a damn flea market
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| I see part to most this industry is weak hearted
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| Y’all see beef I’m servin niggas like a meat market
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| So keep barkin' cause real dogs we bite first
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| Y’all can talk on the mics but in life my knife works
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| I’m ready for the game is it ready for me?
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| I done stepped beyond any level you define an MC
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| See, cats a joke actin' like they hustle for cream
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| Knowin only Coke you push is on a vending machine
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| Well known and respected Motive hope you never forget it
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| Heads I embed it with a flow that’s energetic
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| Fuck a vote I been elected
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| As a new mic weapon with a ill thrill style that’s been perfected
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| Disrespect ya life can end in an instant
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| These MCs are like dykes act like men but really are bitches
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| Represent y’all, Represent |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Represent , by - Celph Titled. Song from the album The Gatalog, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп