Apollo Brown & OC - People's Champ - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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Yeah yeah, pre-season is about to start How many rappers put up numbers without being on the charts? I'm that exceptions to the rules written Who thought my throat was parched and gave up spittin'? I'm the epitome who lyrically go down like shots of whiskey Mad motherfuckers saying they missed me Tearing over the god like bags of peeled onions Verbal foot in their ass with the athlete's fungus Hit em where hurts so good. Going up against the best out Claiming number one in this world. See Rappers with a lot to lose Pop shit and hide behind dudes That's why they're down with crews Conceived in sin: Non-matrimony Against the Bible's creed and God rights fully There was a time when I frequent Wet Willie's Down in MIA in the spot with Knick colors yelling Hook: ..Bang time! It's game time! Trophy music is the franchise but our rules we play by ..Bang time! It's game time! Get em, get em, get em, hit em, hit em. hit em ..Bang time! It's game time! Trophy music is the franchise but our rules we play by ..Bang time! It's game time! Get em, get em, get em, hit em, hit em. hit em On somebody else's tab, I'm paid to rap Apollo solicits the beats, I blaze the tracks These facts are documented on a signed contract New eras: Go with the flow or just change and adapt Heart of a Spartan, going against the Persian army Killing me is the only brute force to disarm me Logo been my initials with the crown on top Had the Dow take a plunge, my stock keep rising up. Ha The people's champ: modern-day Robin Hood Handing out hope in abundance throughout Sherwood But these are concrete jungles not a forest Littered with D's, G's, cut-throats, harlots. Whoa Methodical plans. Boxed up, sealed, and delivered Given the state of the game to consider I don't do Facebook, Myspace, or Twitter Still analog stay getting money off back catologue [Hook:] Niggas making it rain like it's never gonna stop 5 years time living in a cardboard box Think of something new to say Everybody swagged out. For the rich to maintain, others are broke That's fact, all based on statistics Look around your district Drugs, murder, rape, crime is big business Just so happens O became an entertainer Dame dropped me a jewel to keep lawyers on retainer Open to advice as long as it makes sense So the dollar that stashed inside the safe, that's great Grinding over time to put food on the plate I keep that blue collar respect so others relate This here union is official Apollo behind the gun letting off the clip And I'm the trigger hitting no misses Viable intel provided by snitches Get rats PC'd behind walls of a prison. Yeah [Hook:]
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