905 HipHop
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Original Beat: "Track one" - Ratatat .. check him out !!
Features:
YBB
APOLLO
DJ ANON [Mastering/Scratching/Sampling by Zach Willis]
Intro made by: Vladan Stegnjaić
295 The Mixtape Vol.5
- FINAL CUT -
LYRICS:
YBB:(Con)
My voice forms a speech like my words are motivation
i'm a dictionary of bigs words but i'm logic in some places
i'll rephrase this, this matrimony people call the game
is gonna divorce a bitch when i get all up in the hall of fame
all these bitches linin' up, so i rip em' a ticket
get to the back and you can wait patiently for me to hit it
as the MG spills from the rim of my cup
i got the microphone screamin' throw your middle fingers up
say "fuck the world, i don't need good luck"
put a drink in my hand and i'mma rap til the suns up
this is like a beerfest, drink til i drop
and on your marks, get set, don't start til' the bottles pop
now you're talkin' like your talent was a prodige
but i got money comin' out my ass there's nothin' more to say
i got affiliated young with the beats
now i'm pumpin' out mixtapes into the streets.
Apollo:(Nikola)
My flow forms a threat like a missile packin Cuban
I leave Roman ruins so my students better clue in,
Ruined, according to the laws of physics
I'm Affilated Young, so my pupiles better listen
feel this? of course, its synergy
dark industries like hitmen and chivalry
literally ,its force play scrimmageary
Victory is simple, see
with Apollo in your imagery,
black thoughts, and blood sports
my cries flood courts
support in your export
advance on my chess board
Checkmate, so its never too late
with the right mind state
and Christs sake I test fate
Hell's gate,to heavens divine enternace
lion fences surrond my combinded senses/
hope you get the message
its really quite simple
dont need to pack a pistol
just a tablet and a chisel
DJ Anon:(Zach)
"CHECK IT!
My lyrics form an odessey of casualties, got faggot rappers sad to see,
they stack their verse and still don't sound like half of me,
I'll snatch their purse so happily, and actually,
turn your back to me, I don't want to face another whack MC.
Graduate my rap degree in blasphemy, fly up out the maggot hatchery, scratch a beat where hats, and snares, and claps should be.
I write my raps on acid sheets, I never really packed some heat,
I also never fronted like I'm making tons of stacks, bitch please.
My cadence forms a vacance when I bust alliterations, the beat doctors in, but I'm killing all my patients.
As you're waiting patiently for YBB to come and hit it,
I skipped hip little dick-grips while their pants were getting shitted.
I got my style fitted, like my dj anon stance,
I rock the fattest steeze while they blew their slimmest chance,
Love this hiphop game, shouts to Kac, Pro-Deuce, and Fancy
Affiliated young enhance our flow by smoking plants."
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