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letra de 5 minutes of bars - apocalips

let’s go
it’s apocolips i ain’t bjrhyme$ no more!!!
(intro )
hustle like i’m broke
your sh-t is a joke
it’s all on me and i bet i never choke
i k!lled your flow with a freestyle
you can rap back but it might be while
until i reply, my oh my
you lames working bad b-tches twerking
stack my racks up cuz i’m puttin’ work in
she popped that p-ssy til she said it hurtin’
i don’t care, treat her like a ho
cream til the end all a hustler knows
just how it goes, ya i suppose
watch that bish drop straight to floor
flipped that -ss over put on fours
here i come, woah bish woah
we ride 84s, we tote 44s
talk that sh-t get your head chopped off
yeah i’m out i beast i boss

(chorus) (x2)
5 minutes of bars
i lay down and grab the stars
driving exotic cars
b-tch you know just how we are
eating up on caviar
i’m the meanest in the jar
smoking blacks like tar
b-tch you know just who we are

(verse 1)
if you’re ‘broke’, it’s because i broke you
if you ‘choke’, it’s because i choked you
you just clench them fists in rage.. you won’t ever throw, dude!
so true..- real talk: you said this was a rap battle lable
then acted wack.. just like your dreams, your schemes die mangled
yo, ‘cream’? really? well, if you’re that into it let’s talk dairy:
you probably spend your life baked.. & to top it all off you’re a fairy
think you’re good? nearly. but you need to refine your interests
cuz if all you got is ‘b-tchiness’, you’ll just get rep as a princess
see, think: lest we forget.. the king is the top dog
he gets respect from subjects who think he’s god’s law
now you can take a crown or 2 by infiltrating the tower
but you’ll never take the throne unless you earn the power
which i got b-tch!

(verse 2)
f-ck where you from, eff yo whole crew
i just screwed the b-tch that just screwed you
outta all your cash, nothin you can do
and i stick around like an effin’ tattoo
your flow washed up you the washed up crew
guns in the jeep as we pullin up on you
we about to do a sweep as we yellin’ out su wu
and yo future looks bleak cuz we bangin’ without truce
suicide attack someone go and get the noose
as i hear the beat drop i’m about to go loose

(verse 3)
smoke blow out the window, call it summer haze
starin’ down the barrel bet that you seen better days
tell me what more can i say, i can k!ll it all day
speed dialed the coroner, got some bodies for ya
blood on the carpet, death in the beat
and i keep it g always like i’m straight up off the street
hustle like i need it, flow is ice cold
and i’d tell you that i k!lled it
but we already know
and i mean it when i say that’s the way the story goes
leave the king in the castle … deheaded flows

(verse 4)
i only got half way thru , i felt like calling yogi cuz your shet is boo boo
a picnic basket with only fruit, but at least you rep what you do. you can call me sh-t, my name be in and out them haters mouth
yall see what i bust nd trust you gonna throw in the towel
.f-ck a metaphor , i don’t need you to see the picture
you probably a sleeper, i’m an addict your a tweakr in the mixture
open your eyes and try to focus, its like apollo wrote this
i’m not a god a simple locus, and. a vocalist

(verse 5)
my rapping is artistic
urs is autistic
ur a fat c-nt
who dosent no how to make a blunt
u look like a monk who i trapped in my trunk
no sense in what you write, that’s why i wrote you
no sense in my sentence is when i’m on the fence, bout to walk up and smoke you
you try to hard, that’s how your going to die
no need to drive my car, high -ss h-ll , and only got one open eye
rambling about illuminaty, won’t even see me when you walking by
god ain’t gonna save you, or anybody that you worship
your teacher never gave you, information worth sh-t, that’s why you learned sh-t

(verse 6)
i’m sick as f-ck-i don’t think before i do, a f-cken nut, i know the consequences to the sh-t i do
eat people like yamine, sit and i chew, break your bones i like it when they’re crunchy too
and that cream in your dream you probably thought was money
is really semon, that’s you’re feaning funny process of dreaming
ha i don’t know what y’all thinking
i guess my
raps old timey abraham lincoln
for me raps come easy
i feel like two chains or wheezy
u ain’t getting no freebies
me i think y’all all freaking sleazy
i’m rocking in my one man gang
yeah just doing my thing
y’all lucky that my raps over
so pull out a freaking 4leaf clover
not!!! you thought it was over

(verse 7)
your right, you don’t know what we’re thinkin
cus we write with big words while your character’s shrinkin
so go ahead say i rap old, say i’m mr. lincoln
cus i still go twice as hard as you, thats my 2 cents payin
ironically this n-gga named penny said our bodies should link in
i said the f-ck you thinkin? i only do dimes unless i’ve been drinkin
cus every night i’m out i’m enjoyin it
all these girls are like a coin flip
i’m either gettin head or tail
and all you do is fail
lol terrible but oh well. nice method
i look at you and i see what meth did
i wanted to try this again
i guess i just did

(verse 8)
i believe in second chances
only in certain circ-mstances
for example, not in romances
maybe cuz i’ve been damaged
i can never understand this
girls always playing games with emotions
going and making all of this commotion
and then they say its cus you need to show more devotion
like b-tch please, if my heart was on my sleeve
i’d get diseased every time that we sneezed
so don’t mislead what i do because i concede whats real to me
its for security, because if you decide to leave, i want the ability to still breathe
and essentially what i’m spitting is
a fear of commitment with
everything that means gettin with
you and everything that you represent

(verse 9)
because in my eyes i’ve realized an unlived life
so now i try to define what i think is right
so when asked why i deny myself a wife
its cus love can’t fly when tied by a plight
guess i k!lled your light
you only gots four-min to get your form-in
force it more kid, it’s raw wit you’re flawed with
his st–z seems boring; see z’s like he’s snoring
i’ve seen these p-ssies performing like p-rn fl1cks
i’m better developed; the lyrical imagery forms pics..
it’s swords of war and you’ve drawn the short stick
my style’s born sick.. y’all still ain’t caught it?
the very second i sp-wned in a storm hit
see fam.. you took shots first with twoforty seconds..
d-rank.. like you took shots first with two forties second

(verse 10)
i’m more than raw with it, i morph and ignore limits..
i keep it real and take more than four minutes
eight minutes, i ain’t kidding; i make great lyrics and stay chillin’
i graff’, graph and graft; a b-boy that breaks physics
i “play games with emotions”, this is not an apology..
i’d buck-a-rude rapper but i’ve got the monopoly
basic contender, i’m basically better..
i build with sk!ll whilst you’re playing with jenga
wack rapper.. your lax standard lacks swagger..
i ain’t playin’ games when i go ham.. no backgammon
play your hand, i’m made to rap;
i’ll take a risk and claim the map
guess who.. got the wrong nomenclature
i “play games” with hearts and it’s not operation
this is the mind of a n-gga in this sick nation
apocalips i’m gone…

- apocalips

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