Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Speak Now, artist - Apathy. Album song The Essential Collabo Collection Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Speak Now |
Yo, yo, I’m Jesus, my right hand writes diseases |
My left hand will strike and fight ya weakness |
I’m covered in blood wherever the feast is |
Find me covered in blood wherever police is |
I’m covered in blood wherever your niece is |
I’m covered in mud from burying heaters |
Vinnie Paz fuck whoever Vinnie Paz pleases |
Hit you in the chest till you don’t even know what breathe is |
We demons, with blood-lust for heathens |
Born through a storm on a sea with Galileans |
In cold regions, we rocking it well |
And that’s why every fucking time I drop and it sell |
And that’s why every fucking time I’m dropping a shell |
And that’s why every fucking time I pop and you yell |
Mock you in hell, you motherfuckers can’t stop us |
You more overhyped than Elián González |
Ayo, we speak now or forever hold our piece |
A-O-T-P, shook rappers call police |
Yo, yo, I dump you like candle wax |
You a waist/waste product like fanny packs |
I handicap give panic attacks like anthrax |
You catch a, foreign disease like overseas |
Fuck foreign emcees I bring Thor to his knees |
I’m a master like Fard, I bombard and blast hard |
We thrash thoughts some ask God you bas-tard |
It’s the rap ji-had, you a re-tard |
I’m rollin' through Islamabad like this is my backyard |
You ready, I’m heavy like the case of Chandra Levy |
Tapin' that you crazy |
Seven thirty bug when you actually one eighty, a half way thug |
Yo my act stay drugged off dope tracks and raps |
Girls with nice racks an two hundred dollar hats |
It’s the world I can’t escape |
My brain’s curlin' great weight |
«This shit is sick», yeah I’d make a greatest hits |
But I can’t fit every verse I ever spit on one disc |
Cats talk shit this is what they get |
A grand prize two black eyes and a busted lip |
And for being rude we include a brutal beatin' |
I’ll have you eatin' food through a feedin' tube as you’re retreating |
Alright alright hold up hold up settle down |
Listen up you motherfuckers |
This the last time you gonna hear me like this shit |
So I’ma show you why I’m the king of this shit |
Apathetic |
Enhanced tactical fightin' machinery |
Combattin' on army scenery |
Strategic-ly movin' my mics like Stratego |
I generate graphics like Neo Geo |
Flyin' science I incite riots try it’s why it’s |
Violence at maximum levels |
The difference of angels and devils |
Rectangles and circles, techs fatal to murder |
Techniques unheard of, next week I’m famous |
Great as the latest with the upper hand like four aces |
In poker approachin' jokers lock I load and stroke the trigger |
Thirty eight calibre bullets travel through barrels |
Rippin' through apparel parallel to where medics will sterile scapels |
Dwellin' swellin' organs of felons bullets obliterate melons, with ease |
Police yell freeze, ease the gun down |
Under the influence of trees alleyways I run down |
Pantin' and handlin' mechanical weapons I’m brandishin' |
Fleein' foreign in areas I camouflage to vanishin' |
Release the dogs, sounds of hounds pound my eardrums |
Here comes a fearsome doberman poke him in his cerebrum |
I’m almost free, around the tree I glance advancin' |
Slowly cautiously awkwardly while negotiators talk to me |
To dark I see the light, but not the squad car |
It’s comin' from the sky bright green, what an odd star |
The odds are I blast off barely a clip |
But then I noticed the strange star was an alien ship |
Just as the bullet grazed my temple, the ship shot out a beam |
It was green and it paralyzed the whole SWAT team |
Cops floated in the air and their weapons disassembled |
I trembled for my metal but I’m frozen in the mental |
Unaware that I was in control of the ships in the air |
And how the cops turned if they ever returned |
If their bodies burn like candles on a mantle in a urn |
I forced 'em to learn I played God like George Burns |