Here Come The Gangstas
Apathy Lyrics


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(Chorus:)
"Here come the gangstas...Uh huh
and you can't see their face...Uh huh" (x2)
"They're comin' for you"

(Verse 1:)
CT all day, bad news all day
Grade school teacher moved my desk into the hallway
Trouble starter, mother/father taught me how to hustle harder
See dough like Nino, but fuck The Carter, must be smarter
Apply the profit 'till my pockets overflow
Any opposition tryin' to stop it and I'll overthrow
Comin' out buckin' like a cowboy on a bull at a rodeo
Throw you in a hole below the stone where the ??? go
Flows that all your homies know from Canada to Tokyo
I'm steppin on your toes like an amateur that dosey doe
Scientific, typical, a genius is the evilest
Who raised hell so high, the Eskimos are feverish
Be cool, 'cause me even dealin' with these fools
Is kinda like a rocket scientist teachin' pre-school
Y'all swear to God that ya gangsta gangsta
But reality'll rearrange ya

(Chorus)

(Verse 2:)
Even with all the hate and love that I've received
I sit and read off the page 'till my iris bleed
I've seen it all from the backwoods, 'burbs and trees
Overseas, back to CT, home to me
To them shitty city blocks, dudes hustlin' ki's
Where the breeze blows excess weaves like tumbleweeds
I'm up 24/7 with beats in my head
No time to sleep, son, I'll sleep when I'm dead
And I ain't really sweatin' all that MC shit
Forget 'em, I buy backpackers and trendy chicks
'Cause when I start to see success, then the envy hits
They used to love me, now I'm on their enemy list
I'm tryin' to write the right song that'll get me rich
Dip in the Hollywood hills 'till my Bentley flips
My flow's fluid as a wave that a jetski skips
My wife's Japanese and white, little sexy bitch
My pen's a MAC-10, my freestyle's a shell
My cell was set with a speed dial for Hell
So...no more thinkin' that you're gangsta gangsta
But reality'll rearrange ya

(Chorus)

(Bridge x2:)
It's all gangstas, gangstas at the top of the list
So I play my own shit, it goes somethin' like this

(Verse 3:)
I'm the icing on the cake, money in the bank
Inmates who make shanks out the mixtape case
The look on a fiend's face when his lips taste base
Is based on the fact that crack put him into outer space
Based on that, if this is just based on rap
I keep it basic and just bump bass on tracks
In fact...A lot of y'all think ya gangsta gangsta
But reality'll rearrange ya

(Chorus)

(Outro:)
Yeah, Chum...another Skrilla Guerilla killa
Demigodz, Doe Rakers
What up, Celph? What up, Mo'?
What up, Hoot? What up, Spliff?




What up, E? What up, South Paw?
Yeah...uhh! Uh!

Overall Meaning

In Apathy's song Here Come The Gangstas, the lyrics talk about his experiences growing up and how it has shaped him into becoming a successful rapper. He raps about his roots in Connecticut, his hustling mentality, and his passion for making music. He discusses the envy and hate that comes with success in the industry, and how it can turn friends into enemies. The chorus repeats the line, "Here come the gangstas and you can't see their face," referring to how anyone can be a gangster, and it's not always visible on the surface.


The first verse begins with the line "CT all day," referring to his Connecticut pride. He mentions being moved into the hallway in school, which could suggest he was a troublemaker. However, he uses those experiences to become a smarter hustler, seeking profit and overthrowing those who oppose him. He boasts about his flows, which are known worldwide, and his ability to outsmart his opposition. He warns that just because someone thinks they're a gangster doesn't mean that reality won't catch up to them.


In the second verse, Apathy continues to brag about his skills and hard work. He speaks about seeing success and the envy that comes with it, which turns him from being loved by everyone to being on an enemy list. He mentions writing the right song that will get him rich and being able to afford a lavish lifestyle. He compares his pen to a MAC-10 weapon, and his freestyle to bullets. He ends the verse by warning that just because someone thinks they're a gangster, they still can be rearranged by reality.


Overall, the song is about Apathy's journey to success and the obstacles he has faced along the way. He uses his experiences growing up in Connecticut to shape his identity and become a successful rapper. He acknowledges that anyone can be a gangster, and it's not always visible on the surface. He warns that reality can always catch up to those who think they're invincible.


Line by Line Meaning

Here come the gangstas...Uh huh
The gangsters are arriving.


and you can't see their face...Uh huh
The gangsters have hidden their faces.


They're comin' for you
The gangsters are coming to cause trouble.


CT all day, bad news all day
I'm from Connecticut and trouble is always happening.


Grade school teacher moved my desk into the hallway
My teacher moved my desk because I was causing trouble in class.


Trouble starter, mother/father taught me how to hustle harder
My parents taught me how to be a successful hustler.


See dough like Nino, but fuck The Carter, must be smarter
I make lots of money like Nino Brown from New Jack City, but I'm not dumb like Lil Wayne (who calls himself 'The Carter').


Apply the profit 'till my pockets overflow
I keep making money until my pockets are full.


Any opposition tryin' to stop it and I'll overthrow
I will beat anyone who tries to stop me from making money.


Comin' out buckin' like a cowboy on a bull at a rodeo
I'm coming out fighting like a cowboy at a rodeo.


Throw you in a hole below the stone where the ??? go
I will bury you in a hole deep underground.


Flows that all your homies know from Canada to Tokyo
My music is famous all over the world.


I'm steppin on your toes like an amateur that dosey doe
I'm getting in the way of your business like an amateur dancer.


Scientific, typical, a genius is the evilest
I'm a scientific and clever person, but I'm also capable of doing bad things.


Who raised hell so high, the Eskimos are feverish
I caused so much trouble that even people who live in freezing conditions are overheating.


Be cool, 'cause me even dealin' with these fools
I am calm when I deal with people who are foolish.


Is kinda like a rocket scientist teachin' pre-school
It's pointless for me to deal with people who are too ignorant to understand me.


Y'all swear to God that ya gangsta gangsta
You think you are very tough and intimidating.


But reality'll rearrange ya
But in reality, you are vulnerable and can be hurt.


Even with all the hate and love that I've received
Despite receiving both love and hate from others,


I sit and read off the page 'till my iris bleed
I read and write so much that it causes strain on my eyes.


I've seen it all from the backwoods, 'burbs and trees
I've seen everything from rural areas to suburbs and cities.


Overseas, back to CT, home to me
I've traveled to foreign countries and come back to my home state of Connecticut.


To them shitty city blocks, dudes hustlin' ki's
I live in a city and there are people selling drugs on the street corners.


Where the breeze blows excess weaves like tumbleweeds
The wind is blowing discarded weaves around like tumbleweed.


I'm up 24/7 with beats in my head
I work around the clock and constantly think about music.


No time to sleep, son, I'll sleep when I'm dead
I don't have time to sleep, I'll rest when I'm dead.


And I ain't really sweatin' all that MC shit
I'm not worried about other rappers.


Forget 'em, I buy backpackers and trendy chicks
I'm more interested in investing in merchandise and fashionable women.


Cause when I start to see success, then the envy hits
People get jealous of my success and accomplishments.


They used to love me, now I'm on their enemy list
People who used to support me now see me as an adversary.


I'm tryin' to write the right song that'll get me rich
I'm trying to make a song that will make me famous and wealthy.


Dip in the Hollywood hills 'till my Bentley flips
I will drive my Bentley through the Hollywood hills until I crash it.


My flow's fluid as a wave that a jetski skips
My music flows smoothly, like a jet ski skipping over waves.


My wife's Japanese and white, little sexy bitch
My wife is of mixed race (Japanese and white), and she is attractive.


My pen's a MAC-10, my freestyle's a shell
My writing (penmanship) is like a MAC-10 machine gun, and my freestyle rapping is like a bullet shell.


My cell was set with a speed dial for Hell
I am connected with dangerous and evil people.


So...no more thinkin' that you're gangsta gangsta
Don't try to act tough or intimidating anymore.


But reality'll rearrange ya
In reality, you can be hurt and harmed.


It's all gangstas, gangstas at the top of the list
The music industry is dominated by gangster-style rap and hip hop.


So I play my own shit, it goes somethin' like this
So I play my own unique music, which is different from the mainstream rap and hip hop.


I'm the icing on the cake, money in the bank
I'm the extra decoration on top of the cake, and I have lots of money saved up.


Inmates who make shanks out the mixtape case
Prisoners make weapons out of mixtape cases.


The look on a fiend's face when his lips taste base
Drug addicts have an ecstatic look on their faces when they taste drugs.


Is based on the fact that crack put him into outer space
Crack cocaine has a very strong effect, like being launched into outer space.


Based on that, if this is just based on rap
If this is just about rapping,


I keep it basic and just bump bass on tracks
I keep my music simple and just focus on the bass.


In fact...A lot of y'all think ya gangsta gangsta
Many of you think you are tough and intimidating.


But reality'll rearrange ya
In reality, you can be hurt and harmed.


Yeah, Chum...another Skrilla Guerilla killa
This is Chum, another member of the Skrilla Guerilla crew.


Demigodz, Doe Rakers
These are the names of other music groups or crews.


What up, Celph? What up, Mo'? What up, Hoot?
These are shoutouts to specific people.


What up, Spliff? What up, E? What up, South Paw?
These are more shoutouts to specific people.


Yeah...uhh! Uh!
The song ends with some ad-libs or vocalizations.




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