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It Takes a Seven Nation Army to Hold Us Back
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Apathy
Apathy
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Emilio Lopez
Emilio Lopez
Rap
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Emilio Lopez
Emilio Lopez
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Apathy
Apathy
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[Verse 1]
Better get the best shit you wrote that makes 'em go wild
Shit a bitch'll put up in a AOL profile
Download it, burn it, and ship it to Kansas
To a cousin that'll pump it on a college campus
Play it at dances and translate it to Spanish
So foreign exchange motherfuckers'll understand this
Shit that'll make a chick send you her panties
Or fight with her family like, you don't understand me
Raps that'll change the existence of earth
From infant to birth if mom heard the verse
Like what, didn't understand it at first
So she reversed and played it till it made her brain burst
That's how it works, gotta love it till it hurts
Love it till I easily ease off skirts
Ease on your knees and I'll skeet on your shirt
Freeze on the floor and now back to work
[Verse 2]
Go back and forth
From here to the floor
Till your bodies spasm and your feet are sore
Go back and forth
From here to the store
Use a box of Magnums, now you need some more
Go back and forth
On top, make her rock, make her pop
Make it roll, make her stop, 'fore you blow it then
Back and forth
From here to the bar
From near or far
When you hear it in your car go
[Verse 3]
Hey, what's up Beatrice
I see you standing there with your little Coach bag
Tiffany's bracelet tryna look all pretty
That's like 250 dollars total
That's two pairs of sneakers for me
Fuck outta here
[Verse 4]
I'm gonna fight 'em all, don't hold me back
Fight 'em all, don't hold me back
Fight 'em all don't hold me back
Fight 'em all, don't hold me back
Yeah nope, don't calm down yet
[Verse 5]
Hold me back, fuck that, I'ma fight 'em all
If you can't find 'em later, swing by the morgue
Since nobody knows how to rock a mic no more
I'ma start teaching rappers how to write your bars
I ain't tryna tell nobody how to fight your wars
But fuck weapons son, I throw hooks like Jabar
I don't like any of y'all
And any of all, wouldn't give a fuck if my bank had a penny or more
Come through your crib, smellin' like the scent of your whore
Give you dap with the same hand that was pettin' your whore
I admit it, I'm a sinner, broke plenty of laws
And never got scratched, but I broke plenty of jaws
Listen, I'm hungry, I'm amped, I'm ready, I'm souped
Been broke for too damn long, son, I'm ready for loot
Want some more, no known artist will ever recoup
And I'ma spit the flow till I own every coupe
[Verse 6]
Go back and forth, weed spot to the coke spot
Bring a fiend with you just to make sure the coke's hot
Back and forth
If she wit' you, now she mine
Lover boy, you shoulda never ever brought that half of wine
Back and forth
Lotta hoes on my dick, due to dough that I get, plus the flows that I spit
Back and forth
Reup, get that money man
We about to change the game up, ain't nothing funny man
[Verse 7]
I'm gonna fight 'em off, don't hold me back
Fight 'em all, don't hold me back
Fight 'em all, don't hold me back
Fight 'em all, don't hold me back
Written by: Chad Bromley

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