Nightclub Fight Club - Dopeshit | Текст песни

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Dopeshit (Apeshit Remix) (Bonus Track)
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[beat by: JP]

KSol:
All hell brakes loose when the ape escapes
I can control the whole world atop the Empire State
If I'm a Bapesta your just a pair of Fapes
I'm DK, you're Diddy Kong, you're half my weight
My punchlines are more like they riddlin'
Got your mind numb, can't sit still like you ain't on your ritalin
Dyno with the black mags, straight pedalin'
You woulda gotten away with rap if it wasn't for this kid, I'm meddlin'
Pump up the bass and turn up the treble
And I'll let you know when I'm done like a tea kettle
Smash your foundation to pebbles, the renegade of the rebels
So deep underground they call me the devil
Taking "did he just say that?" to another level
Going full throttle with my foot on the pedal
Nigga get big cheese, y'all Stuart Littles
Did you realize my verse full of riddles?

Mike:
There's some blockage to my brain so it be rotted so insane
I'm on that Crystal Method game, and I be high like paper planes
I got that B fillin up my lungs, and that shit's gonna sting
like I got a bee chillin on my tongue, I said that shit's gonna sting
I got everybody waitin patiently for me to say a line or two
my rhymes are fluid, flew themselves into the fire ring
Hell was talkin shit to me, the Devil tried a third-degree on me
I beat his ass and took his throne, and name: the king
I got everything under control, and I'ma have to kill it
with a shot of penicillin and an AK-fortysimmy thing
Cops be searchin my whip, and you can ask me
cuz you like Ask Jeeves and bimmybitch, you gonna need Bing
Cuz I'm the King of Crunk, believe me boy, there is none higher
sucka weed smokin nimmyniggas call me sire
to get me out of bed you better promise O or higher
throw in a pack of jacks and a light and I'll be rimmy to retire
It ain't depression, no it ain't the fuckin drugs honey
I be happier than infants watchin Bugs Bunny
black and green Yums, skinny jeans, fuck Uggs
Dunny on my green shirt, love green, love the nugs homie
give Mike a mic and it'll be sharper than a knife
like if writin rhymes was fightin I'd take everybody's life
I'm the coolest rapper alive, you could call me the ice pick
make a hundred mil and tell people you "Mike Rich"

JP:
Im eatin you like this, no scream, still lethal
JP, for real: I kill people
You strike me as a bitch fighter type of dick rider
Who would never strike me, b, you wouldnt strike a bic lighter
So how you act like you sparkin up?
You just a wannabe dawg that picked the wrong tree for barkin up
You aint hard enough to see me with your mind's eye
I go banzai gettin money, that's why
I'm a high-class nigga, studyin atop the citadel
I ridicule and hit a fool whose illest shit is pitiful
and rip em through like team name banners back in middle school
I sizzle you with flow so hot, my mic's a griddle fool
fuck with The Club and we'll be killin you
they'll find your body floatin in a inner city school's kiddie swimmin pool
and little do they know that's only just a little bit of you
the rest is underground consumed by beetles, like you're Liverpool
I'm 52 times as ill as you, yeah I'm really cool
but hot enough to burn the building down like in Resembool
and you can ask the Elrichs if it's really true, you silly tool
Nightclub Fight Club raise the roof like a pillar do
and keep this shit rockin like a mineral
misconstrue the meaning and I'll be leaving you floating like a inner tube
here it is: we hold it down like Gorilla Glue
musicians who exist to prove compared to us, you're miniscule

Beat lyrics (JP):
Dopeshit