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Apoc
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Marry. Breed. Die.
Don't stop! Marry. Breed. Die.
Hope! Shop! Marry. Breed. Die.
Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce you to eligible bachelor number one. He's a rapper from Chicago Illinois with no known income. Here's Apoc!
Corn chips on the couch, roaches in the ashtray
Empty beer bottles, caught me on a bad day
Turn the TV back on, pop another Reese's
What's more American than type II diabetes?
TV's got a message: watch more TV
The internet's impressive, you can shop more easy
You can cop porn freely, check your stock port's ceiling
They'll tell ya it's the only way, we got born greedy
You can drop your CD, embrace the marketplace
Assimilate to disseminate perspectives of the artist race
Start your days at noon, swear you'll never settle
Drunk before the sun sets, what a fuckin' rebel!
Got a message in your transcripts, a medium to transmit
That benefits from rhetoric from anarchist pamphlets
Antics are abhorrent to a portion of the populace
But nothing less could you expect when you don't do the obvious
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After the war, bury me in the sky
With a three word t-shirt reads: Marry. Breed. Die.
Got every mother in the world starin' me in the eye
But if I wasn't single than I'd rarely be high
In the end, I guess I ain't very free but I try
I'm a liar and a cheat, but a fairly sweet guy
And the whole damn planet's darin' me to ask why
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With my hat turned back reads: Marry. Breed. Die.
Don't stop! Marry. Breed. Die.
Hope! Shop! Marry. Breed. Die.
Yo, so I was sittin' there the other day, readin' my People magazine, y'know, eatin' my McDonalds, drinkin' a Pepsi-Cola, when suddenly it occurred to me what freedom really means in a consumer society, so I stood up, I turned off the Mtv, I put my Nikes on and I drove my Hummer to the mall…
There's duty and there's routine, history and heritage
Inherited a few genes and cultural imperatives
An arrogant and moot dream and vultures we can share it with
A narrative with skewed scenes resulting in embarrassment
We perish in the twilight of someone else's vision
I'm tossin' back a High Life 'n livin' with decisions
Copin' with the wild nights 'n infinite derisions
An admission of sedition towards tradition-driven wisdom
Listen to the loose cannon, oops! Got em bruised
'N he moves like a new man, improved
Ain't it too bad that you want a dude that'll do what The View
Say to do, but it's you that'll rue who ya woo
When it's through, and the chicks come to roost
'N the shit hits the roof cuz you're hitched 'n you're missin' your youth
So you can play the spring bride, I'll play the groom
From the womb to the tomb this is boredom in full bloom
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Well, there ya have it folks! Straight from the horse's mouth! Mr. Aypeeyoh Caesar! Don't forget ladies, he's single!
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