319 - The Rapture Lyrics
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    The Rapture

    [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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