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Lyrics Apollo rojas - Popular Mechanix

Yo, welcome to a torrent of turbulent filled occurrences
With a current list of torment, torn from the perch where burden sits
Where yearning lips spit scripts on plastic parchments
And burning hell's eclipsed by the clips of government's marksman
Welcome to a world where the pain is felt
Where the only ice I've held is the type that melts
Where the wealth that swells pockets is lint and loose tobacco bits
And agents making statements on stations to surely shackle kids

Welcome
Where every problem I have felt them
Either blow to raise threshold
Or six degrees of separation
Welcome to a nation that's dismantling my patience
Verbal thug administration is sedating all their patients
Welcome

Welcome one and welcome all
Where every year we set it off with the dropping of the ball
Every year I'd save it all, but I seem to flop and fall
And now I steer towards a cause that calls for me to crawl
We used to pop and lock but now we cock the Glocks to pop the shots
grils A dime a day is hot
cars How many lots you got?

Judge me from the shallow end my friends, based on my dividends
It makes no sense; dollars and cents for a heightened sense of ignorance
We used to get the props from spitting hot and blowing up the spots
Jewels" My rocks is icy hot
Drugs We're planting coca crops
Judge me from the shallow end my friends, based on my dividends
It makes no sense; dollars and cents for a heightened sense of ignorance
Hey, Welcome back

Take a seat or pop a squat
Peep these rappers keep it real
Yea, as real as Papa Doc
I rather not shallow dock
Instead I'll shadow box the paradox
Of cats that pop a lot of pop
Pass it off as raw hip hop
You see the thing with these ding a ling underlings

Is their hustle don't swing their limbs
It's the tugging of puppet strings
Sanctions their bling binge
Ka-ching's off the publishing
Who cares if the public stings
Who cares what thee public thinks
You see they target practice with a market's demographics
Then jacket a maverick's carcass with the fabric of plastic habits

Then cement semantics and indent demented antics
To revamp your mental canvas 'till you befriend your inner fascist
Crawl out your hollow casket
Follow the shallow fashionist
Back to the populace
As a prophet of profit a born again capitalist
A heartless so called artist
A vocal harlot

That spits darkness when he parts lips
We used to pop and lock but now we cock the Glocks to pop the shots
girls" A dime a day is hot
cars" How many lots you got?
Judge me from the shallow end my friends, based on my dividends
It makes no sense; dollars and cents for a heightened sense of ignorance
We used to get the props from spitting hot and blowing up the spots
Jeweles My rocks is icy hot

Drugs We're planting coca crops
Judge me from the shallow end my friends, based on my dividends
It makes no sense; dollars and cents for a heightened sense of ignorance
Ladies and gentlemen
Break beats and adrenaline
Were jettisoned by jealous men
That relish in embellishment
Zealous for irrelevance

Medics without medicine
Pity them that meddle in
The bended trends their peddling
They peddle sin and pestilence
To all my brethren
Investing in infesting
With their catchy festive pestering
Bets are in
Odds favors are unsettling
Impending decadence
That garners recompense for record spins
They use the KYSS method
Kyss

Keep You Simple and Stupid
They Keep Your Spirit Suppressed
They use the KYSS method
Kyss

Keep You Simple and Stupid
They Keep Your Spirit Suppressed
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop