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letra de apeshit - flow season

[verse 1: wack (fleeze)]
now who the truck wanna run up into the cut
when wack’s back and attacking your b-tts
it’s tough love
for the beat, when i am up
and at ‘em
spit so hard, losing a rib
like eve’s adam
man
i only wanna rip sh-t
a strict vow that i’ll only ever spit sick
flip wigs and snap d-cks with that sh-t
flow so cold, i might need some matches
match this with a rap of yours
you can’t
but you’ll soon see that i’m a rapasaurus
eat three emcees, i’m a rapivore
and i’ll be giving out kicks ’til your -ss is sore
(that’s for sure)
but you should rap some more
maybe you’ll get better, we could settle the score
the more poor you perform would be better than norm
when your norm’s four letter grades under the floor
you’re forlorn
poor you
you’re sore, scorned
and you’re more screwed
than about four more amateur
-ss rappers who kiss -ss backwards
i diss, flex, p-ss next, sh-t a mad wack verse
don’t cry when the flow dies
the beat weeps when the sun rise
and i go bye, close eyes
p-ss torch to the general of rap war
c fleeze flying in, to h-ll with a p-ssport

[hook]
straight going apesh-t
y’all straight outcha grandma’s bas-m-nt
hit us up with a diss track
spit back
let us all know that you ain’t sh-t
uh

[verse 2: fleeze (wack)]
i don’t trust anyone
wear a tinfoil hat
just to f-ck with the aliens
and the chip that they placed
underneath my wrist
is a reminder of the
sh-t that exists
i’m a little bit disturbed
perturbed
by the end of the day
coming how i observe
how long can we last
when our master is a b-st-rd
simply tryna grow his business faster
it’s a little bit curious to see
how the powers that be
are wearing clothes a little less than pristine
they tell us we’re free
sorry, i don’t believe
tying up my ankles
tryna break both my feet
i can’t make ends meet
so i have no bread to eat
so our ashes share m-ss grave
no cemetery
is that fair to me?
fine, don’t share with me
what will you do when your farmers are
starving, hunting for a job to put
something in their jaws with
i -ssume your tables will be full
with the stable hands who
used to raise the old bull
that’s meat you used to eat
this way you can bring new meaning
to filet minions
(huh, chief?)

[hook]
straight going apesh-t
y’all straight outcha grandma’s bas-m-nt
hit us up with a diss track
spit back
let us all know that you ain’t sh-t
uh

- flow season

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