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07/12/99 Video (MV)




Performed By: Apex God
Length: 3:43
Written by: Alex Pruyn




Apex God - 07/12/99 Lyrics
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Since one
Had 999 problems
Like spiny tines on a dolphin
I'm really not fitting in
With tiny minds sitting often
I'm stomping upon a pedal
These some nascar races
So I ain't going for a medal
Need a gauntlet
Before they goners
From my honesty
Diplomacy is out
I would rather play monopoly
Distribution properties
To fit in with marketing
Pharma thought they big
I'm tossing cures off my balcony
You falcon freaks
Diving at my feet
Faster than a g6
I'm still chilling blunt in hand
Honey on my weetabix
A couple hundred grand
Still probably wouldn't leave the sticks
Been chilling in BFE
Since I was only 3-6
Months hoe
It's gumbo how I really leave a bitch
Hot with something stirring
Only difference is the itch
See events is never current
I ain't believing in they shit
Keep on swimming up the current
Dodging people tryna fish
Ugly
See these bars is they a journal a poem
Praying for eternal omens
Just don't be picky how it's chosen
Cause you might get it
And it ain't such a light sentence
Might win it
And wish that you just didn't
Oh
Careful what you wish for
Left right left
I just March to this tempo
And they
Ain't catching up
When I pull out this pencil
They hit the mud
I hit the gas on the '64
And I'm
Gone
Keep on singing these little songs
Here and across the pond
At any bar that give me rum
With some some funds
Know what I mean
I really smoke this shit by the ton
When it come to weed
If I do it it's done
Don't ever need to be guessing
They assume I'm the one
That's why I'm filling up the section
Always bragging bout guns
But they ain't ever held a Wesson
AG brought the funk
Is that even a question?
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Since one
Had 999 problems
Like spiny tines on a dolphin
I'm really not fitting in
With tiny minds sitting often
I'm stomping upon a pedal
These some nascar races
So I ain't going for a medal
Need a gauntlet
Before they goners
From my honesty
Diplomacy is out
I would rather play monopoly
Distribution properties
To fit in with marketing
Pharma thought they big
I'm tossing cures off my balcony
You falcon freaks
Diving at my feet
Faster than a g6
I'm still chilling blunt in hand
Honey on my weetabix
A couple hundred grand
Still probably wouldn't leave the sticks
Been chilling in BFE
Since I was only 3-6
Months hoe
It's gumbo how I really leave a bitch
Hot with something stirring
Only difference is the itch
See events is never current
I ain't believing in they shit
Keep on swimming up the current
Dodging people tryna fish
Ugly
See these bars is they a journal a poem
Praying for eternal omens
Just don't be picky how it's chosen
Cause you might get it
And it ain't such a light sentence
Might win it
And wish that you just didn't
Oh
Careful what you wish for
Left right left
I just March to this tempo
And they
Ain't catching up
When I pull out this pencil
They hit the mud
I hit the gas on the '64
And I'm
Gone
Keep on singing these little songs
Here and across the pond
At any bar that give me rum
With some some funds
Know what I mean
I really smoke this shit by the ton
When it come to weed
If I do it it's done
Don't ever need to be guessing
They assume I'm the one
That's why I'm filling up the section
Always bragging bout guns
But they ain't ever held a Wesson
AG brought the funk
Is that even a question?
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Writer: Alex Pruyn
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