DaApe's Theme Video (MV)

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Juliano DaApe
Ima show yall why they call me DaApe man
Check it. Yo
Yo I ain't gotta move a muscle I could let my thunny spark em'
Hawk em' like Little Boy friend of Sonny Carson
Gorilla spittin' arson, Beat on my chest
Was ill with it as a kid, imagine me at my best
You get ostracized, I got mobster ties
I fill 'em wit holes diameter of ostrich eyes
I bury ya squad, G. You scared of the God, B
Bullet mess up ya walk, Like cerebal palsy
Beauty killed the beast (uh huh) Juli grilled the beats (uh huh)
Cut your body up, Now you truly rest in peace (God Bless)
Juli's a ape, walk streets knuckle'll scrape
Ducking the jakes stack papes 'till I'm covered with bape
Got a short temper shorty with her hair in her face
Three gats and a Lee patch sharin' her waist
New chick named Acoustic, she carry the base
Your vibe off, nine cough, she airing place
I spray the tech. With no concern of who the stray'll catch
Spit a razor out like gum without the flavor left
Peep the grammar. DaApe runnin' Indiana
A gandy dancer. Lay tracks and swing hammer
My steez rugged and my brothas all bang
All real, we rockin' a grill wit long fangs
Simian soldier who's semi'll fold ya
When he unload the clip souls dip to Jahovah
Decepticons put a dent in ya wig
But stay strapped 'case we got to go to war with the pigs
DaGod spit a razor from cheek, I might slice em'
Orally raping the beats, I'm Mike Tyson
The raw rapper. 6' 2". Large stature
Broad slapper. Broad day A R clapper
Tough talk backer. Broke. Car jacker
Fo' packer. Cold body of foe stacker
DaApe
Any track you clickin' written by da god'll be viscious
I grab the blick and scratch serials like lottery tickets
DaApe tough. Break ducks like pottery dishes
Take bullets, put them in backs like economy sittin'
You best to behave, you could never step to my wave
Requesting the flav, Decept we set to amaze
Ain't tryin' to work a j o for the rest of my days
I'd rather rest in a grave than spend my best as a slave
All of my brothas rap but I'm the star of the set
Far fetched thinkin' you'll live when Im barkin' the sket
Cold heart in my chest so don't start with the vet
The toast partin' ya flesh for post-market baguettes
Flick the philange. Turn the blick to a banshee
Let it Holla when I spot a whip with ya family
The plan be: Try to get this money and grow
Retire labeled "Da Goat" without sellin' my soul
We can shoot the fair one or I can pull it out and air son
I pop up close but pack a scope if you dare run
I fear none, ape topple the food chain
Clap, you covered bloody from your hat to your shoestring
Juliano can spit the critics hate to love him
They want a flow for a verse, the levees break and flood 'em
DaApe is dumping so many bullets when spraying something
With bad aim I still could maim you with a baker's dozen
The way I'm livin' I could turn up in prison
I would rather it be a bird than a burger I'm flippin'
Probably barred from the radio my word is offensive
The labels hate the vulgarity I'm burnin' those bridges
Handlin' business like I never heard of repentance
You have a run in with DaApe thats a terminal sentence
Clap up ya projects kill a third of ya tennants
'Nuff rhymes for more records than they earn in the Guinness
DaGod's a menace