Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Apex, artist - Nitty Scott. Album song The Art of Chill, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nitty Scott
Song language: English
Apex |
| Yo, I can see it in your eyes, think you just got two |
| Fascinated with the new flu, two by two |
| All my zoo shit true and I’m too badu |
| I be all over their head like the shampoo do |
| Snoozing on a revolution so I blew by you |
| Literally leave your body in the Blue Bayou |
| We be looking at your troopers and your crew like ''who?'' |
| Educating, elevating on your boo IQ |
| Pledge allegiance to nothing, I got the wood and he crushing |
| My kamikazes are coming to light Picasso percussion, you dummy |
| Little bummy ain’t a damn thing funny |
| You so poor, honey, all you have is money |
| So inhale the fragrance |
| I be the apex, ho, get on my wavelength |
| Another like me? |
| Highly unlikely |
| Hiding in my psyche, I dare you to come and find me |
| I dare you to come and dare me to flip and commit a homi |
| I promise to God I’m probably the God of rhyming |
| Dividing the profits with prophets, prophecy wasn’t lying |
| I grew my hair out just so I could look like a lion |
| So when I say I wore it, that metaphor is more exciting |
| I understand that, for sure like beach homes and sand crabs |
| Bonjour, bitch pardon my French |
| I never been to France, but I like to kiss like them |
| Consider this the Kiss of Death like Jada came through |
| Nitty, you know it’s love when they showing hate, boo |
| Food for thought, hope you get a plateful |
| Lately I done turned the booth to a dinner table |
| Young mindfuck, what the fuck you thought? |
| Fire in my eyes, in my shades it’s dark |
| And I’m still getting used to this famous part |
| They say I sold my soul, but what about what I bought? |
| Soul |
| It’s rap game, little Bhudda baby |
| I take it you can hang in spaces with mother nature the Bhudda lady |
| You feel my nexus, I’m flexin' my solar plexus |
| We can have a flower orgy and keep it all in an essence |
| More dread from warheads |
| They want the poor dead, but I fed the universe on my forehead |
| And did this happen beforehand? |
| Now face it, they just basically erasing them glitches up in the matrix |
| Always thought the term Black Magic was kinda racist |
| And I have yet to find intelligent basis for all the hatred |
| Attracting and deflecting a core of my star portals |
| Ain’t it gorgeous to be mortal? |
| I couldn’t be more cordial |
| Now who dare stare into the hazy sun? |
| I tell 'em it was I, Nitty Scott the wavy one |
| I move things that move things with mood swings |
| Got these niggas kissing my mood ring, I’m out |