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A.P.M. - Second Place Lyrics



A.P.M. - Second Place Lyrics
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Yea yea J.Reezy S.Queezy
We spark it
When we have a chance
No Second guessing
You can smell it from
A Mile away
What we're blessing
No more Messing around
No more stressing about
The things in the
Back of my mind
Just let It out
Never doubt
I do as i feel i keep it Real
One hundred and fifty
Come on now Who's with me?
I can count on YOU
To get Me through
I'm just telling you
My point Of view
Well i open my eyes
I rise with the Sun
Feel the energy in my soul
I am one
Stretch to release the stress
Don't expect To be the best
Second Place here
To clean Up this mess
I'm feeling blessed
Can i get A yes yes?
J red and S.Quest
No need to Second Guess
We know YOU
You know What to do
Head knocking
Toes tappin
Every rapper slacking
Then actin' like rap gods
Master plan is fappin' dapper Dan with Your pants off
I spaz like a blaster fan
With the heat off
My dagger is the answer
If you chatter
That we soft
Mind over matter
We focus then lift off
Roll another spliff
We kick it like crip walk
Doesn't matter if you rocking a Fresh chain
Grab the rope
Press it slow to your neck vein
We the opposite of sick
We spit well
Rip the S from your chest
And set sail
Take the breath from your neck
Then exhale
Cold wind blows
Our flow is snow
We in hail
I'm absurd
Every word is frost bitten
Every verb disturbed
There's something wrong with Em
U know we don't play like Parker Brothers
Put Trouble in my Life
Sorry for the suffer
Feeling like a new man
When i picked up this pen
You can find me in the back
Rolling up spliff again listen friends
This is the mission that never Ends
Six packs of medicine let's begin
Heads will spin
When the heat is released
Never faking the funk
Not even the least
Two altered beasts speak
To YOU
All true
From the west to back east b'y Heads knock to beats guy
The ink flows
Like the blood in my veins
It's dripping
The stink grows chop it down Cut it up i'm tripping
Two canadian classics sticking
To the vision
And we execute
With precision
Decisions Decisions
Hip Hop got the best of me Collecting the Ingredients
For the right recipe
As long as i got YOU
Right next to me
Close my eyes
Breathe it in my destiny
J Red and S. Quest
Relax we gifted
Parallel minutes
Lyrics with no limits
Listen to the skill
We Willem Defoe killing
Goin down swinging
A king is a crowned villain
Rap with a purpose
Stack and make em nervous
Off the leash
More bars than a circus freak
On the street
U speak weak
With no name
Claim fame
We aim at your brain
U know we only smoke weed
When trees Grow
Burn white bread mc's then eat Toast
We emerge and then rehearse Verses
Hit you with a hearse
Reverse and start cursing
You the worst
Our inner spark emerges
A surplus of your service
Is worthless
I'm hank hill
Now you feelin' the pro pain
Wonder keys make the beat Heat
With cold flame
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Yea yea J.Reezy S.Queezy
We spark it
When we have a chance
No Second guessing
You can smell it from
A Mile away
What we're blessing
No more Messing around
No more stressing about
The things in the
Back of my mind
Just let It out
Never doubt
I do as i feel i keep it Real
One hundred and fifty
Come on now Who's with me?
I can count on YOU
To get Me through
I'm just telling you
My point Of view
Well i open my eyes
I rise with the Sun
Feel the energy in my soul
I am one
Stretch to release the stress
Don't expect To be the best
Second Place here
To clean Up this mess
I'm feeling blessed
Can i get A yes yes?
J red and S.Quest
No need to Second Guess
We know YOU
You know What to do
Head knocking
Toes tappin
Every rapper slacking
Then actin' like rap gods
Master plan is fappin' dapper Dan with Your pants off
I spaz like a blaster fan
With the heat off
My dagger is the answer
If you chatter
That we soft
Mind over matter
We focus then lift off
Roll another spliff
We kick it like crip walk
Doesn't matter if you rocking a Fresh chain
Grab the rope
Press it slow to your neck vein
We the opposite of sick
We spit well
Rip the S from your chest
And set sail
Take the breath from your neck
Then exhale
Cold wind blows
Our flow is snow
We in hail
I'm absurd
Every word is frost bitten
Every verb disturbed
There's something wrong with Em
U know we don't play like Parker Brothers
Put Trouble in my Life
Sorry for the suffer
Feeling like a new man
When i picked up this pen
You can find me in the back
Rolling up spliff again listen friends
This is the mission that never Ends
Six packs of medicine let's begin
Heads will spin
When the heat is released
Never faking the funk
Not even the least
Two altered beasts speak
To YOU
All true
From the west to back east b'y Heads knock to beats guy
The ink flows
Like the blood in my veins
It's dripping
The stink grows chop it down Cut it up i'm tripping
Two canadian classics sticking
To the vision
And we execute
With precision
Decisions Decisions
Hip Hop got the best of me Collecting the Ingredients
For the right recipe
As long as i got YOU
Right next to me
Close my eyes
Breathe it in my destiny
J Red and S. Quest
Relax we gifted
Parallel minutes
Lyrics with no limits
Listen to the skill
We Willem Defoe killing
Goin down swinging
A king is a crowned villain
Rap with a purpose
Stack and make em nervous
Off the leash
More bars than a circus freak
On the street
U speak weak
With no name
Claim fame
We aim at your brain
U know we only smoke weed
When trees Grow
Burn white bread mc's then eat Toast
We emerge and then rehearse Verses
Hit you with a hearse
Reverse and start cursing
You the worst
Our inner spark emerges
A surplus of your service
Is worthless
I'm hank hill
Now you feelin' the pro pain
Wonder keys make the beat Heat
With cold flame
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Writer: Frederick Brophy, Jeremy Uitvlugt
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: A.P.M.
Language: English
Length: 3:16
Written by: Frederick Brophy, Jeremy Uitvlugt

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