The Order - Apathy

Demigodz

The order is manslaughter

Ap is back

Come on Ap… what you waitin for?

Take a deep breath because ya don’t have another left

Come on Ap… what you waitin for?

I’m back on my bullshit, 24−7

Y’all better store weapons from the floor to the heavens

And put away them phones tryna record me flexin'

I’ll slap a motherfucker into the 4th dimension

You do it for attention or do it for recognition

We’ll knock ya DJ out and leave the record skippin'

The Demigod religion you can put your faith in

Put ya face in a brick wall until it caves in

We killers and cavemen, case closed, game over

Fuck «lit», I’m bringin' a literal flame thrower

I got a stinger missile in range of ya Range Rover

Back in the day ya tape would get tossed or taped over

Won’t go on Flex, he can’t handle me flowin'

Fuck a bomb, get the sound of a planet explodin'

The sound of a space shuttle when it land in the ocean

Or the sound of a war vet who can’t handle emotions

Rockin' back and forth with the hammer reloadin'

The sound of the hammer of Odin or a sample from The Omen

Get a scream from ya worst bad dream

And I’ll put it in a verse and get it cut from Preem

There’s nowhere to run to

I don’t care if you got a gun or you can do kung fu

When Ap is on the mic and start doin' his «one-two»

The silencers screw on and light bulbs unscrew

Demigodz

The order is manslaughter

Ap is back

Come on Ap… what you waitin for?

Take a deep breath because ya don’t have another left

Come on Ap… what you waitin for?

I’m a rap Outkast like Big Boi’s group

(Futuristic) Do features for Bitcoin loot

Pull the pistol out your palm like, «This toy’s cute»

Dissemble it, melt the metal, and destroy you

I got bouncers at the club that’ll let me in with burners

And priests in my hood who won’t let me in they churches

Even though I’m God and they gon' sweat me in they service

So I just air 'em out, real petty in my verses

I never ever sleep like Freddy’s in my furnace

These underground clowns tryna get me in they circus

But I’m deep with the subs and I ain’t ready to surface

Fuck somebody ever tryna tell me what my worth is

The weight of these words is 'bout as heavy as the Earth is

Always roll deep and stay ready for the skirmish

'Cause people plottin' on me like Many Men to Curtis

So I purchase many weapons, even get me 'em refurbished

I’m goin' off the grid, I’m already in the sewers

About to fake my death like Eddie and the Cruisers

Dress sophisticated so I’m sexier to cougars

But I’m deadly when intruders try to test me with the Rugers

I move like a ninja do, especially in Pumas

Sittin' next to Jesus, starin' skeptically at Judas

My enemies are foolish, never catch me with them losers

I’ll be waitin' for 'em with machetes and bazookas

Let 'em know Preem

Demigodz

The order is manslaughter

Ap is back

Come on Ap… what you waitin for?

Take a deep breath because ya don’t have another left

Come on Ap… what you waitin for?

Ap is back, Ap is back, Ap is back

Come on Ap… what you waitin for?