The Rapture

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Adult Swim - Electronic, Rap

The Rapture

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[Hook] Who the baddest, who so fresh, who want tests? Who the baddest, who so fresh, who want tests? Who the baddest, who so fresh, who want tests? Who the baddest, who so fresh, who want tests? [Verse 1] Shots fired, triggers plyin', peelin' tired Another town tryna expire tonight 30k over the clouds, high as I was Dumb enough to pump into the beats, rife fire Your leads, your sire decrees violence Eliminate the hype, just came to orders through the wires It's nothing, I'm a rider like Jay R at writing So I'm barking like the muzzles off the AR [?] nosetruck His gimmicks to mimic, talk it down level Place a couple nigglets in his veer for the image He can't imagine past the image, bro, they braindead with cancer So [?] light head [Hook] Who the baddest, who so fresh, who want tests? Who the baddest? Who the baddest, who so fresh, who want tests? [Verse 2] With the pill flip, a mil, you a mess Bro, she love you, she just using me for sex (Really?) Snap my passport then I swoop off on a jet Trill niggas hear that [?] Russian KGBs is ill, Oneohtrix What you get rich for, just to buy some kicks? Snappin' pics in my constellation vest I'm a city boy, they play me in the sticks Stick to sellin' drugs, rappin' ain't ya lick [Verse 3] With triflin' raps, they fightin' for scraps Stiflin' cats, knife in ya backs (Where my [?] at?) It seem wild every nigga got the same dream My hottie keep his friends jealous and his Jays clean But constellation teen got your coffee on a bean You working with the poachers round gorilla, that's a nono It's black pureness, your mind stuck in Europe Low torque, no endurance, poor me, sweet as CERN I'm waitin' on Paula, she gon' stir up Baby, don't bluff, it's a showin' off Capture, never, caught up in the rapture forever It's a showin' off, it's a showin' off, brother [Verse 1] Shots fired, triggers plyin', peelin' tired Another town tryna expire tonight 30k over the clouds, high as I was Dumb enough to pump into the beats, rife fire Your leads, your sire decrees violence Eliminate the hype, just came to orders through the wires It's nothing, I'm a rider like Jay R at writing So I'm barking like the muzzles off the AR [?] nosetruck His gimmicks to mimic, talk it down level Place a couple nigglets in his veer for the image He can't imagine past the image, bro, they braindead with cancer So [?] light head

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  • Oneohtrix Point Never