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Letra 'No apologies'

Verse 1:

In my mind I ma fighter, my heart s a lighter
My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up
An arsenic writer, author with arthritis
Carpal tunnel, Marshall with start shit-itis
Hardheaded and hotheaded, bullheaded and pigheaded
Dick-headed, a prick, a big headache - I m sick
Quick-witted, for every lyric spitted,
There are six critics who wait for me to slip with it
So quick, this dynamite stick, bury the wick,
It s gonna explode any minute - some lunatic lit it,
And it s not Nelly, do not tell me to stop yelling
When I stop selling I ll quit so, stop dwelling
I am not failing, you fuckers are not ready,
Cause I got jelly like (Beyonce s) pot belly
This is destiny, yes money, I m off running
So get off me, I m not slowing or softening

Chorus:

No apologies, nah suckers I m not sorry,
You can all sue me, y all could be the cause of me
No apologies, y all feelin the force of me,
No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me
No apologies, I m not even acknowledging you at all,
till I get a call that God s coming
No apologies, laugh fuckers it s all funny
I could spit in your face while you re standing across from me,
No apologies

Verse 2:

My head hits the pillow, a weepin willow
I can t sleep, a pain so deep it bellows
But these cellos help just to keep me mellow
Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows
I m hunched over, emotion just flows over
These cold shoulders are both frozen, you don t know me
I keep sayin it - I can’t stress it enough,
So keep playin it and stand next to the subs
I choke mics like asphyxiation,
While I m strangling my own throat and masturbatin (ha-ha)
Fuck yeah, I m a basket case and I mastered this rap shit,
till my ass gets wasted, till my assassination,
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till I m slain cause of some fag s infatuation
44 mag - a fascination, a taste for disaster,
And if that s the case then..

Chorus:

No apologies, nah suckers I m not sorry,
You can all sue me, y all could be the cause of me
No apologies, y all feelin the force of me,
No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me
No apologies, I m not even acknowledging you at all,
till I get a call that God s coming
No apologies, laugh fuckers it s all funny
I could spit in your face while you re standing across from me,
No apologies

Verse 3:

This song isn t for you it s for me - A true mc,
It s what he ll do just to see if he still has it
And if his skills mastered,
He s able to spill raps long after he s killed, that s a real MC
Got you feelin me, whether willing or unwillingly,
You still agree, as long as there s still this hunger and will in me,
Then expect a longer life expectancy
I d be a savage beast if I ain t have this outlet to salvage me
Inside, I d be exploding soaked in self-loathing and mourning,
So I’m warning you, don’t coax me
It’s silly, I m really a sheep in wolf s clothing,
Who only reacts when he gets pushed, don t be fooled
The press blows up this whole thing - it s stupid,
They don t know cause they don t see that I m wounded,
All they did was ballooned it
I m sick of talking bout these tattoos Cartoon did,
That s why I tuned it out, I m sick of dukin
And they can suck my dick while I m pukin ,
And you too you can..

Outro: [X2]

..Expect no sympathy from me, I m an mc,
This is how I m supposed to be
Cold as a G, my heart’s frozen it don t even beat
So expect no apologies