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[Hook: Apathy] Old-school, got my Raider's Cap Got my, got my Raider's Cap [Verse 1: Apathy] I got that pistol grip pump sittin pretty in the trunk Blow your wig to the side like hair on Donald Trump On some Gang Starr shit, execution of a chump Evolution of a villain refillin revolvers I'm still in a state of mind like a stainless nine is on my lap Starter jacket on my back, with a black Raider's cap Rappers resurrect the crack like they brought Reagan back You could run 100 miles but you're still afraid of Ap Hit record on your radios to take my verse The only way to get to space and to escape this earth Stick to the facts, Ap got the wickedest raps OG like a Raiders cap with snaps in the back [Hook] [Verse 2: Ryu] I got my Raider cap old like a beta Mac Tats all grey and black bringin '88 back Sacks full of crack brick phone in my backpack Parker with the Marcus Allen jersey that'll match that That's that shit i used to rock back SongtexteWhen i used to breakdance when i used to pop I was always into somethin' bumpin' N.W.A. in the cutlass Me and the homies sippin OE i was always a drunkard You know how the ? dudes do, always got a deuce deuce Don't say nothin stupid or somebody gonna shoot you Open up the moon roof, yellin Demigoon crew Somebody call 911 tell em you got a boo boo [Hook] [Verse 3: Motive] You know me, sippin on a 40 of OE All my stupids a shorty shoutin "Fuck Tha Police" A nigga with a attitude but i ain't Yella Hoodie, i touch more money than banktellas As a young cat standin on black with my Raiders cap While y'all was whilin with ? tryin to fade to black It's all good though, i ain't tryin to hate on that But Mo's hood so i stay where the danger's at Niggas slangin crack, gangstas wavin gats Pimp slappin their bitch, askin "where my paper at?" I was amazed by that, influenced the way I act Never met my dad, the truth is I'm raised off rap [Hook] [Verse 4: Celph Titled] I am MC Ren with pale skin rockin' my Raiders brim Got a toaster that i ain't puttin' bagels in I got a possy full of apostles You a possy full of possums always hidin while we hooradin I judge who i shoot, so when my crew holds a grudge its a judge that i shoot We disassemble Nazi members, get totaled comin at me top speed on a kawasaki ninja Catch you out at LA at the Staple Center Office Depot you won't see those staples dead center in your retina I slammed it there and they don't have cameras there But if they did you'd see the second comin of the man upstairs [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania