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