Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
We Are Apex
We Are Apex
Performer
The Prophet
The Prophet
Lead Vocals
Mr. Snob
Mr. Snob
Performer
Lucifr
Lucifr
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
The Prophet
The Prophet
Songwriter
Lucifr
Lucifr
Songwriter

Lyrics

How about, you better shut up You ain't even half as good bitch you a gutter Leke jana ye kindergarten waali rhyme nu main Seedhe Kamod ch Imma Flush'em And by the way Assi saare rap game de darbaar me Don't mind ye khiladi saare andhe, aaja see that dude in the middle with a crown there? Yeah That's your favourite, 'andho me kana raja' Sabton vadda, sabton best fella Apne to chotey layi no respect killah "Falana ye Falana vo main" obligatory hunda ye Number 1 rapper-an de verse ch han Why don't we try to be friends brother Lets not forget that you forgot, you little fag brother Oh ho me thoda hurt kitta tenu? Ye to incomparable us chiz to jo me Tere sath karne wala brother I don't know know why I wanna end you, but I know You're just a little bit dim wit, Get a grip - better quick Don't be surprised if I put you in the ground though This shit is lit or sick Got a bit terrific, let it be Oh bhai mere kol inna time nahi 'Online Gangsta' layi rehem nahi Hold my beer I might go dicey Abhi polite nahi, Sending y'all to Lord Almighty Buckle up Rollercoaster flows are Level up Your balls or nut Holding around Once my flows are auto love I'm bottle up You're ignoring, I'm blowing The loads of soul You've thrown to mock my throne I'm blown (ouch) You've been pinching too hard I'm thinking you bitches are tin tin Blossom in farts Messing around the wrong clinch clinch Blessing in rhyme I've killed you several times Are you stupid or blind? Tell me how many life's you bring bring in Let me finish you one final time No more fall and climb U go call your guys Tell'em to save Or bring in the best to play I'm the man of the race Racing with I don't know what we call, Stella Bella Let me show you Skill of a rhyme Taking the benefit one of our manifest Selling the gentlemen (oops) There's a red alert of poop Hold that poop group That's so rude Not your fault get some groom roots How's that flame, brain game Wordplay,cosplay Last one lied don't mind Sorry come again? Lucifr tussi to kitta bhai double game Girl you're late I'm tired I don't mind Ye to distract(diss track) kitta tu, Kaiya layi hona si peeche pain Lemme explain I gotta hell lotta fuel in my gas tank Before I run you over you'll my ass as last thing Boo boo doo doo Castle lit'em up Mock up do do God will chose u Left in wrong Taking the map Load the ramp and Load the doo doo Laid back hoke jo likhu main, lucifr khenda Ye maximum effort hai " comedy kitta In gadho ke - sath main- troll bro Torture middle name order Let me call him Here the gentlemen Let him in terrible Humulin Get him up Better Forget him in dilemma Halloween Back and forth, Dono ne beat pe chadke asal me khuchal di Janta bhi machal gai I don't think ab tu kabhi Karega rap bro? (hmm) They shocked They tearing the mask And tell me Where they mid in The depth Valuable element Shouldn't we take it? Better forget'em all Let it be Hurricane
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