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letra de the apostle (y$c) - $uevin

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we in a winter wonderland

smoke grams rap grand deal up lack l-ster hands

$uevin f-ck up ya plans bring you to the mother land

i’ll smoke another man so you f-ckers understand

yeah you know my rap sk!lls are on point

no choice ya boy $ue you should avoid

messing up the reverend but then don’t mention

spend pensions in seconds hence double o seven

uh

spray a curse fast who’s alive

$uevins verse call it track suicide

i beg you all to please reconsider

i’m the real sick spitter put ya body leakin by the river

yes the names the $uevin so stop asking

i’m the kinda sh-t you craven flow that’s everlasting

foe hacking while the pastor sings

no slackin on what the disaster brings

you think i’m goin hard i’m just chilling now

you messin round in $uevins f-ckin k!lling grounds

kids insane spit back ya f-ckin maniacs

your all lyrically plain when i’m a brainiac

i spit it real with a better story

these lil boys f-ckin in the wrong territory

you’re all so boring you’re asking to be murked

hurts my ears so i guess thats a perk

i’m a vicious -n-lysist welcome to the palace b-tch

where the malice is quick sip miniscus chalices

yssc religious diminish challenges

insistin’ on riches show you what talent is

pj who and lukey poo l!cking phallus’s

they tryna rap but just give my d-ck calluses

you disastrous sh-t i’m a rap alchemist

she doesn’t snitch i gave the b-tch paralysis

probably could say sh-t about siblings or cousins

but that’s a low hit and i got rhymes by the dozen

stop frontin you lil boys to me are just nothin

no bluffing you suck im not making -ssumptions

no experience i have all advantages

comin in swift and handin out all the bandages

i’ll go this beat till it f-ckin vanishes

rap game to small ya look a bit famished b-tch

think you balling y’all is just travelers

uh ya calling out a sick rap battler

date of death smoking on the calendar

no stalling i’m chosen by excalibur

zz comes back to fire shots have applause

step up the game rebels without a cause

all i saw was flaws force feed em the claws

give them a medal toss the kings of menopause

i make it rain drown ya till you’re waterlogged

no need to explain this the monologue

dollar sign in my name how much a dolla cost

your mistake time to face the rap holocaust

ya actin hostile so why the f-ck they follow you

i got things to do prove to all of you

try and spit back or just turn up the volume

the rap game apostle something like bartholomew

i say step back for a fact face the danger

the gat claps wiped off the map with my chamber

this a gang banger just letting out my anger

peace to all you f-ggots i’ll see you later

- uevin

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