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apathy – it takes a seven nation army to hold us back lyrics

better get the best sh-t you wrote to make some go while
sh-t that you’ll put up in an aol profile
download it, burn it, and ship it to kansas
to a cousin that’ll pump it on a college campus
play it at dances and traslate it to spanish
so foreign exchange motherf-ckers’ll understand this
sh-t that’ll make them chicks send you their panties
and fight with her family like, “you don’t understand me!”
raps that’ll change the existance of earth
from infant to birth if mom heard the verse
like, “what?!”
didn’t understand it at first
so she reversed and played it until it made her brain burst
that’s how it works
gotta love it ’till it hurts
love it ’till i easily ease off skirts
ease on your knees and i skeed on your shirt
freeze on the floor now back to work

go {“back and fourth”}
from here to the floor
till your bodies spazin’ and your knees are sore
go {“back and fourth”}
from here to the store
use a box of magnums now you need some more
go {“back and fourth”}
on top, make her rock, make her pop
make it roll, make her stop before you blow it then
go {“back and fourth”}
from here to the bar
from near and from far
when you hear it in your car go…

hey what’s up beatrice?
i see you standin’ there with your little coach bag
tiffany’s bracelet tryin’ to look all pretty (so?)
that’s like $250 total
that’s 2 pairs of sneakers for me
get the f-ck outta here

{“i’m gonna fight ’em all”} {“hold me back”}
{“fight ’em all”} {“hold me back”}
{“fight ’em all”} {“hold me back”}
(what chu gonna do ap?)
{“fight ’em all”} {“hold me back”}

[verse 2 – emilio lopez]
hold me back, f-ck that, i’ma fight ’em all
if you can’t fight ’em later swing by the morgue
cause ain’t n-body know how to rock a mic no more
i’ma start teaching rappers how to write your bars
i ain’t tryin’ to tell n-body how to fight your wars
f-ck weapons son, i throw hooks like jabbar
i don’t like any of ya’ll
and any of all wouldn’t give a f-ck if my bank had a penny or more
come through your crib smellin’ like the scent of your wh-r-
give you debt with the same hand that was pettin’ your wh-r-
i admit it, i’m a sinner, broke plently of laws
i never got scratched but i broke plenty of jaws
listen, i’m hungry, i’m amped, i’m ready, i’m suped
been broke for too d-mn long son, i’m ready for loot
once i’m more known the artists will never recoup
and i’ma spit the flow ’till i own every coop

go {“back and fourth”}
weed spot to the c-ke spot
bring a feind with you just to make sure the c-ke’s hot
{“back and fourth”}
if she with you now she’s my lover
boy you shoulda never ever bought the heffer wine
{“back and fourth”}
lotta hoes on my d-ck
do the dough that i get, plus the flows that i spit
{“back and fourth”}
weed up get that money man
we about to change the game, wont be nothin’ funny man

yeah, emilio
ya’ll can call me mr. lopez
your girl already does

{“i’m gonna”} {“i’m gonna”} {“i’m gonna”}
{“i’m gonna fight ’em all”} {“hold me back”}
{“fight ’em all”} {“hold me back”}
{“fight ’em all”} {“hold me back”}
{“fight ’em all”} {“hold me back”}

- apathy lyrics

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