Apashe
Apashe & Geoffroy
Apashe & Lia Kurihara
Apashe
Apashe & Yizzy
Apashe & INSTASAMKA
Apashe
Apashe & Tech N9ne
Apashe & Vo Williams
Apashe & High Klassified & Cherry Lena
Apashe & Slumberjack & Wasiu
Apashe & wifisfuneral
Apashe & KROY
Setting renowned chopper Tech N9ne over an electronic beat with theatrical bass in an unexpected hip-hop-EDM crossover, ‘Insane’ is a single from Apashe’s upcoming sophomore album which finds the track spending half of its runtime dazing with blazing-fast lyrics and finishing off as an instrumental...
[Intro: Tech N9ne]
*Tech N9ne Laughing*
Tech N9ne
Strange Music 2020
[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
Once I had to lose all abuse I use
Lower, then lower, then what do you know
Then my sane hit sick, who knew
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
When I'm thinkin' 'bout a lotta pain
Back when I was little one nigga wit' shit to gain
Nobody came for me when I was in the lane
Of going insane, but that was a part of the game
What I retain up in the brain, I was headed for change
I became the name, bang, with a claim
When I was never gonna be the one in the flame
But I gotta remain, full of heart, a part of a gang
Mother always said to me you better reduce it
Or end up in the slammer and forever reclusive
The evil inside of me, I can never refuse it
Never knew there was a way for me to sever abuses
The devil is calling, love level is falling
Pedal never stalling, heavy metal, was all in for brawl and
I had the gall to wanna stop it all
But saw ballin', drawl when
Rhythm I give 'em to bring y'all and
Lyrically take you through hell
Heaven the six at the seven you smell
All in my tails, they told me I was to fail
But I'm one of the legends who sell
I took my anguish and put it to language
I spit it up and hang with those equally dangerous
I threw a Strange fit
Tech N9na came with
Some deep insane shit
My sane hit sick, I came with hits
A lot of pain, di'n't quit, the famous shit
Got me a strange business, my name switched quick
You got the game twisted if your lane dismiss
What I do is thinkin' on the pain that sits
Then I put it to the paper, never tame, it's lit
When I hop off the top now
My sane hits sick, then I flame this bitch
[Pre-Chorus: Tech N9ne]
We don't play no games, we bust shots
And all you who defame, we trust not
[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
Once I had to lose all abuse I use
Lower, then lower, then what do you know
Then my sane hit sick, who knew
[Build]
Cha–
Rhythm I give 'em, the brain
[Pre-Drop]
Cha–
Then I flame this bitch
[Drop]
Cha–
Cha–
[Build]
[Pre-Drop]
Then I flame this bitch
[Drop]
Cha–
Cha–
[Post-Drop]
Rhythm I give 'em
The rhythm, rhythm I give 'em
The rhythm, rhythm I give 'em
The rhythm, rhythm I give 'em, the brain
Rhythm I give 'em
The rhythm, rhythm I give 'em
The rhythm, rhythm I give 'em
The rhythm
Rhythm I give 'em
The rhythm, rhythm I give 'em
The rhythm, rhythm I give 'em
The rhythm, rhythm I give 'em, the brain
Rhythm I give 'em
The rhythm, rhythm I give 'em
The rhythm, rhythm I give 'em
The rhythm
[Outro]
Then my sane hit sick, who knew