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apollo, vulcan & mars - jay nice lyrics

[intro: jay nice]
yeah n*gga
something about this sh*t, i can’t figure it out (mic check, 1,2,1,2)
something about this sh*t, i can’t figure it out (peace to the gods)
something about this sh*t, i can’t figure it out
something about your character, i can’t figure out (the lucky teachers)
‘f*ck going on? (what’s happening?)
‘f*ck my lighter at?
lighter fl!ckering
esketit

[verse 1: jay nice]
uh, i spit the lava, burn the village
professional bars are hurting feelings, word villain, every verse is brilliance
i’m not from earth, my boy, to share the same turf as pprivilege
one bar turns to millions, sixteen is worth a billion
buildings collapse, ceilings are cracked * thе final days
it’s armageddon’s arrival, may allah let revival raisе us
it’s a cycle, not a phase
man, n*ggas dying every hour, either from accidents or a rifle stray
michael j. but twice as great, this flair, homie
big flair, they caught the flying dunk in mid*air
sh*t, i disappear behind the smoke fumes to float with the goons
then heat waves composed, i wrote it in june
pour salt on the open wound, knowing victory’s mine
i see the love everywhere, even the enemy’s eyes
went from b*tches dissing me, now i’m liked by nicki minaj
making history the god bodies, vicky and fah
argh
[verse 2: tha god fahim]
minor setback for a major comeback
you don’t respect that, you’d prolly be behind one lap
you could expect that the baby .9 was compact
you gon’ regret that, my m.o. make the sun black
vm*dubs riding with slugs
they thought i’d try to sneak my gat in the club, got em patting for drugs
and i just came to show love, why you showing concern?
uh, i keep a .50 clip to sanitise for germs
they burn your body, throw you in a urn
wanna be like the gawds then you gotta wait your turn
check it, i’m laying laws like mitt romney
a hundred on the dash, banging at visions of ghandi
a hundred on the dash, cops wanna pull me probably
a hundred on the stash, trapping in this kamikaze
i make it all bad, blazing beats is just a hobby
every rhyme i write is brolic, more brolic than brodly

[verse 3: vinnie paz]
rhyme for rhyme, ’88, [?] and corollas
gucci robe, four finger rings big as boulders
frankincense and myrrh, black copium aromas
them oo*wops was spitting, putting people into comas
you young rap motherf*ckas modern day urkel
jimmy taking tabs of that model ray purple
the same d*ckheads still running the same circle
gold sabre, black bell bullets, they hurt you
car louis, gold metal, skip across the beat
sometimes you go around the world to get across the street
i don’t gotta k!ll em, i just let em all to plea
we don’t clap at em, we just give em a receipt
i’m knocking your keys, anti [?] the dark orgies
and change gon’ come, the stranger [?]
the [?] my price down but i hope it inflates
i’m coming through, motherf*cka open the gates
[?]
[outro: vinnie paz]
hahahaha
pistol gang pazzie
yo jay nice, salute him
‘nah mean?
official pistol and all that
and i’m the allah

- jay nice lyrics

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