Da A P E. When you see me take a knee
You hesitate and see that my clip'll make a vacancy
Your mother make a scene and scream shakenly
"Not my baby the Good lord should've taken me"
Juli'll pop ya head with flame, draw toast
Mess up your face à la Edward James Olmos
Got clips I send y'all, I'm from a rough city
I hock spit a GemStar, give a buck fifty
I'm potent with vowels, throw in the towel
Seen the size of the gat, lost control of their bowls
I'm ill with the consonants, peep the confidence
Rhymes I spit got the power to split continents
Ape
You claim killer but noone in your hood'll vouch
Dont advertise money I make, but it's a good amount
They say I'll find love I'm full of doubt
We treat women like trashbags, fill them up then put them out
The squads hobby, doin' crime like John Gotty
Large shotty with mad clips stuffed in the crossbody
Give my flow a chance 'fore I get to throwing hands
No advance on deals i steal 'till my doe enhance
Type crazy, sharp 'cause I write daily
I'm King Kong grippin' mics instead of white ladies
Around apes like the wicked witch
Watch the semi turn to fully automatic when i flip a switch
A million bucks from raps the gameplane
Even though crime get you chips quicker than fame can
From a gangland come to Nap get ya chain ran
Cop interrogate, I act retarded like Rainman
The thug'll spray you. Bullet hit above the navel
Don't even bother praying, No one above can save you
You aint even poppin', but swear they want to slay you
You bluffin', you fighting Nothing, you just Atreyu
I can Duke it out but rather lift the gat and aim
Lyrical steam roller DaGod flatten frames
Aint nothin for show everything I pack'll bang
Clappin' lames, clip long as a Latin name
DaApe is mad, murders on the agenda
Everytime I get in beef I fill another ofrenda
Feeling like Simba with the beam on the 9
It claim limbs, everything the light touches is mine
I'm a hard act to follow, force to be reckoned with
It stay in arm's reach just in case I need the weapon quick
I'm never stoppin', long as I got a breath to spit
Keep a flow ain't no one messin' with
Juliano DaApe - T.G.S. Lyrics
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Da A P E. When you see me take a knee
You hesitate and see that my clip'll make a vacancy
Your mother make a scene and scream shakenly
"Not my baby the Good lord should've taken me"
Juli'll pop ya head with flame, draw toast
Mess up your face à la Edward James Olmos
Got clips I send y'all, I'm from a rough city
I hock spit a GemStar, give a buck fifty
I'm potent with vowels, throw in the towel
Seen the size of the gat, lost control of their bowls
I'm ill with the consonants, peep the confidence
Rhymes I spit got the power to split continents
Ape
You claim killer but noone in your hood'll vouch
Dont advertise money I make, but it's a good amount
They say I'll find love I'm full of doubt
We treat women like trashbags, fill them up then put them out
The squads hobby, doin' crime like John Gotty
Large shotty with mad clips stuffed in the crossbody
Give my flow a chance 'fore I get to throwing hands
No advance on deals i steal 'till my doe enhance
Type crazy, sharp 'cause I write daily
I'm King Kong grippin' mics instead of white ladies
Around apes like the wicked witch
Watch the semi turn to fully automatic when i flip a switch
A million bucks from raps the gameplane
Even though crime get you chips quicker than fame can
From a gangland come to Nap get ya chain ran
Cop interrogate, I act retarded like Rainman
The thug'll spray you. Bullet hit above the navel
Don't even bother praying, No one above can save you
You aint even poppin', but swear they want to slay you
You bluffin', you fighting Nothing, you just Atreyu
I can Duke it out but rather lift the gat and aim
Lyrical steam roller DaGod flatten frames
Aint nothin for show everything I pack'll bang
Clappin' lames, clip long as a Latin name
DaApe is mad, murders on the agenda
Everytime I get in beef I fill another ofrenda
Feeling like Simba with the beam on the 9
It claim limbs, everything the light touches is mine
I'm a hard act to follow, force to be reckoned with
It stay in arm's reach just in case I need the weapon quick
I'm never stoppin', long as I got a breath to spit
Keep a flow ain't no one messin' with
You hesitate and see that my clip'll make a vacancy
Your mother make a scene and scream shakenly
"Not my baby the Good lord should've taken me"
Juli'll pop ya head with flame, draw toast
Mess up your face à la Edward James Olmos
Got clips I send y'all, I'm from a rough city
I hock spit a GemStar, give a buck fifty
I'm potent with vowels, throw in the towel
Seen the size of the gat, lost control of their bowls
I'm ill with the consonants, peep the confidence
Rhymes I spit got the power to split continents
Ape
You claim killer but noone in your hood'll vouch
Dont advertise money I make, but it's a good amount
They say I'll find love I'm full of doubt
We treat women like trashbags, fill them up then put them out
The squads hobby, doin' crime like John Gotty
Large shotty with mad clips stuffed in the crossbody
Give my flow a chance 'fore I get to throwing hands
No advance on deals i steal 'till my doe enhance
Type crazy, sharp 'cause I write daily
I'm King Kong grippin' mics instead of white ladies
Around apes like the wicked witch
Watch the semi turn to fully automatic when i flip a switch
A million bucks from raps the gameplane
Even though crime get you chips quicker than fame can
From a gangland come to Nap get ya chain ran
Cop interrogate, I act retarded like Rainman
The thug'll spray you. Bullet hit above the navel
Don't even bother praying, No one above can save you
You aint even poppin', but swear they want to slay you
You bluffin', you fighting Nothing, you just Atreyu
I can Duke it out but rather lift the gat and aim
Lyrical steam roller DaGod flatten frames
Aint nothin for show everything I pack'll bang
Clappin' lames, clip long as a Latin name
DaApe is mad, murders on the agenda
Everytime I get in beef I fill another ofrenda
Feeling like Simba with the beam on the 9
It claim limbs, everything the light touches is mine
I'm a hard act to follow, force to be reckoned with
It stay in arm's reach just in case I need the weapon quick
I'm never stoppin', long as I got a breath to spit
Keep a flow ain't no one messin' with
Writer: Julio Negron
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