| You better wise up, times up, competition gets sized up
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| When I bust, I crush every single thing I touch
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| So get your grind up, foes get lined up
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| Rewind up, tied up, fronting will get your eyes shut
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| We stay alert and niggas know it’s affirmative
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| These young wack journalists, flipping, get on some murder shit
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| Ain’t nothing permanent, nigga you know who turn it is
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| It’s the alternative, ill street verbalist
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| Kick ass, take names, cock back, then take aim
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| Supreme on my A-Game, I spit heat, spray flames
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| So watch how you say things, you cats better maintain
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| Come packed like the A train, then clap at your mainframe
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| You muthafuckas know me
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| Green like frog, but no F-R, just O-G
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| R-O-C-K Ness monster, the chest stomper
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| The skit blonger, that nigga just bonkers
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| Dress warm in the summer time, that’s just heat on my waist
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| Careful you, open the oven, it’ll be heat in your face
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| Keep it in place, bong, die when the sket burst, hit cha
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| Roll deeper than them Verizon network niggas
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| (Can you hear me now?)
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| D.I.R.T. |
| and the Reps hurt niggas pride
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| Well them bird niggas ride
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| Tell them herbs get ya nine mills and killas, I’m gorilla
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| They think they bananas, well fine I’ll peel ya
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| Finally, about time, something you can hate to
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| Hate to, two step, frown up your face too
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| Nobody dance around, acting all playful
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| Fuck outta here, this is muthafucking ape food, flame you
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| Listen, I will end your life, fam
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| With a knife, but tonight I will Kimbo Slice fans
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| Catch me hopping out the hot truck
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| Cold stares, no fear, knock 'em out the box, Ruck
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| Murder a man when I blam the chrome, but I can
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| Roberto Durán you, the hands of stone
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| Fuck it, It don’t matter to me, capital P
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| Independent rapper, trafficking to package your D
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| Listen, I clap you with the weapon, yeah
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| Receive shells well, the immaculate reception
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| Accurate, I smack you with a rap and get to stepping
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| Before you face to face with a Black Smif-n-Wessun, P
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| Aiyo, I’m back in this bitch like a nigga never left off
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| I’m still hammer handling, shotty will blow ya chest off
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| Started where we left off and I leave you where you finish, kid
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| You dinner plate, murder you monkeys where them gorillas at
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| Now where them killas at, line 'em all up
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| Flip a county, pop a nigga face, nine 'em all up
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| Yeah, listen, I put the metal to you herbs
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| The combination is heavy, it’s like it’s heroine and herb
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| I’m a devil with the bird, you niggas just like to talk and flash
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| Soft packing nigga for stunting and let it spark his ass
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| This is the Dirtyville, nigga, not the dirty south
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| We still get it rocking with choppers and let them birdies out
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| Finally, about time, something you can hate to
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| Hate to, two step, frown up your face too
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| Nobody dance around, acting all playful
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| Fuck outta here, this is muthafucking ape food, flame you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ape Food , by - Heltah Skeltah. Song from the album D.I.R.T. Da Incredible Rap Team, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп