Out To You featuring Apt and DJ Josh

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<Apt raps:> It's the century of U and I'm almost 21, on a boat with a stache life ended by a gun. And the sheep are with the sun and there's kids on the beach, and it's read but they didn't cuz they're watching TV. Trying to teach everyone their alpha B-E-T's, so we speak in heat with results of varying degrees. I'll be carrying the beats, you fill your teeth with the carrots, and we'll see who's still rapping by the time they become parents. So to my first seed, this words for U-niversity funds though I haven't met your moms yet, but when I do rest assured it's palm sweat, constant consonant kisses followed by long - yeah. And that'll be the only time that Socks ain't on- not just speaking phrases based on the fact that it's his song. So it's left right, learn to write, what what heard it twice, rollin' with our mens, coast to coast we murder mice, write it down or throw it up flip and the to process merchandise, expensive wax costs less, while me and Socks be hurlin' dice. Think of few things that's more true, a million emcee assholes born in the morn with horns and a horseshoe, with no sort of respect for the predecessors, defiling divine style from the sneakers to the speech and dress shirts. So this for you, who know the past and the fun we have and realize reel's not spelt ee's and money bags. This for you, who know the past and the fun we have and realize that real's not spelt like that.

<Ghettosocks:> In a cypher where there's flowin' cats: you'll prolly find me there like tatoos on a girls lower back. I grip a pen as a lumberjack holds an axe: golden raps sail the air l' big spenders throwing craps. I ignore runts who speak ignorance and give more ups to the kids who adore us. Some pick bones from home- they ain't showin' no unity- way to be the one to put the dot com in community. Juniors get schooled learning word's a promise, concerned with who's on top not concerned with topics. Every verse has a purpose- honest. That's why they tryna bite my ego like somebody put some syrup on it. Fun when I'm doin my craft. Rhymin' 'bout not rhymin' 'bout cars - is still spewing the trash. Keep it true as you manoever the map -uh-huh- and be careful what you do while you're pursuing the cash. 'Cause you could be nicer than halos but as soon as the pay rolls you get the changin' like a pay-phone. The days go at faster paces than than a race so- keep your heart in mind when you're tryna find your way home.

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from Get Some Friends, released November 15, 2006
Produced by Ghettosocks, written and performed by Apt and Ghettosocks, cuts by DJ Josh

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Ghettosocks Halifax, Nova Scotia

Noted as one of the top rappers in Canada (The CBC’s Top 25 Greatest Canadian Rappers Ever), Ghettosocks is a JUNO Award nominated Hip Hop Producer and MC born in Ottawa and living in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada.

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