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apt (usa-ut) - arc lyrics

never was one who could fight the funk
so he folded up his clothes and he packed a trunk
a snack, a lunch and headed for the heart of the slump
sprayed shots from his tongue at the start of the bump
bump. boom bap, set his tooth as a trap
only fighting chance to get his youth back
but the reaper she creeped, uh, gave him two smacks
a believer, his fever caused him to lose track

now he’s back on, blastin an attack song
all these sucka jacks long for him to get slashed gone
tellin him the fashion’s death. yeah, come on, baby, p-ss on
meantime, it’s mean time, tell him what he lacks. wrong
nah, no sir. gotta delouse that
all them tiny bites really hit him where the house at
all dressed up like a spider in a mousetrap
how’s that? onomonopea. hear the sound? splat

whole things really got him losing his hope
give him just enough mic cord to noose it and choke
man and his fate part like fool and his gold
and if that don’t work just give him two to the throat
they think he new to the ghost, i’d say he newish at most
probably phoenixed fifty times, really flew from the coal
don’t give a gat d-mn about the rules and the roles
gonna carve that niche right through to his bones

how’s that? nonsense!
how’s that? nonsense!
nonsense? how’s that!
play them bones

now he’s on life like thirty three and one third
don’t even say one word, yes i know it’s absurd
know it sounds crazy, but i can say it’s confirmed
lives in the shadows. guess sonny thinks the suns’s worse
bides his time, waiting for the dark to rock
all in line better bring in their own spark to watch
round the block, owner better come and part the lock
whole world’s here, gonna watch his heart just stop

cleeeeaaaar. and we’re back with a jolt
smirked to the crowd cause he knew it was dope
reached for the secrets he had stashed in his coat
p-ssed one piece out to all new to the fold
pleased to meet ya, come catch my fever
everybody come along and be a death cheater
learned long ago no fear for the reaper
sing my skeletons, bones my best feature

how’s that? nonsense!
how’s that? nonsense!
nonsense? how’s that!
play them bones

now he leans right into every sickle swipe
lil strife adds a lil bop into his simple life
ignore the wax and wane of the fickle type
anyone try test sonny just fl!cks a knife
it’s simple, right? dance with your demons
tie em at the wrist, start leaning like its beat it
don’t stop swingin til it’s marrow that you’re seeing
dem bones dem bones dem bones all he needed

- apt usa ut lyrics

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