Sky Limits – Apex Legends Rap Cypher
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Apex Legends Rap Cypher

Wraith [Sky Limits]:
Wraith in the shadows, knock em down, do a finisher
Voices in my head, swear to god I'm a prisoner
Look into my eyes, icey cold, feeling sinister
Know that you are dead if you find out that I'm the visitor
Breaking time and space when I step into the void
Step into my mind and then get totally destroyed
Shoot you with precision, got you bitches paranoid
Taking all your lives, leave you fuckers unemployed
I'm a ghost on the field, do the most get the kills
When I sneak, feel the chills when thеy see me on the hills
Hear thе voice? They don't lie, gimme sight, gimme eyes
Hear them saying "goodbye" when I shoot em, golden eye
Watch me hit them with my ghost-like stealth
Shoot em with devotion, got you loosing health
And when I'm the best, and I test equip with a vest
And the bullets infest, then I take out the rest
Interdimentional sentinel, bullets are flexible
Death will be plentiful when I shoot out your retinals
Your life is forgettable, your life is expendable
I be catching some bodies like these bitches collectables
Feeling victory when I be clearing the arena
When you step to me, I wouldn't wanna fucking be ya
My powers are godly, bitch you be fighting with Athena
Blowing you out of proportion like Hiroshima
Shooting you rapidly, feeling insanity
Busting you out, can you count all these casualties?
Running all panicy, stealth is my strategy
May need a Wingman to help with these tragedies
I'm on a mission, I'm a tactician
I'll see all this out with my sight and my vision
Warn all my mates so they know your position
You'll never see me, I'm an apparition

Bloodhound [Karma SF]:
I'm a dog, and they let me loose, bullets hit your roof
When the team slides by me and my other two
Lifeline on the side of me obliged for the medical
Several bullets done hit me you still credible
To get fucked up, recharged and re-upped
Eighty bullets plus what to fuck your fun up
Think your squad done up, we 'bout to run up
Heavy rounds from the Prowler right to your gut
Heavy sounds, I'm a growler, high sonic mutt
High senses, with my vision I'mma get em
Efficient, chasing you down closing the distance
Listen, I can see your footsteps
And I know where you would step
Right into my squad, that's a bad move
I think you caught me in a bad mood
Black and white, turned my vision to a colorless plight
Speed doubles, now I hussle to a merciless fight
Prints glow, he don't know I got him right in my sight
Only hue I see is red, but that's the enemies light
So now it's lights out! Spinning this rigorous ammunition clip or magazine, pushing these bullets to your position quick
Three O one be dishing diminishers with the light rounds, pipe down, proper position could end this mission quick
I'm a dog, and they let me loose, bullets hit your roof
When the team slides by me and my other two
Lifeline on the side of me obliged for the medical
Several bullets done hit me you still credible
To get fucked up, recharged and re-upped
Eighty bullets plus what to fuck your fun up
Think your squad done up, we 'bout to run up
Heavy rounds from the Prowler right to your gut

Pathfinder [Connor Quest]:
It's grapple time, who's that I spy, three passersbys tagged in my sight
In a standard line, kills stacked up thrice, a collateral snipe, high five!
You're a spec on the map that I must clean up
What mess that we have, let's dust these chumps
You can never relax, so scared of the champ
You're barely aware, when I tear your cap
Got the force of bear, I was born to repair
But I'm more into causing despair when I launch in air
And I smack with an areal jab
It's a bare knuckle match but it feels like brass
Zip by fast: dip, dive, dash, take a hit like dabs, and I knick thy stash
Quick like that, empty a clip and I'm crying out "clip that chat!"
I could win with a Mozambique yeah
Tip toer G.O.A.T I be yeah
Map be going green yeah
Happy mode I'm free yeah
Looking for my maker, have you seen my creator
Cause uh, I just wanna give him a big hug to be honest
I was always one to dream the biggest
Now I'm fighting head on 'til the team is finished
I be on the banners you can see the image
So much death around us like the reaper did it, woo!
Flinging over all the cliffs, dipping under any bridge
Thermite in the bunker lit, landing always on the ship
All the loot is mine to pick, woo! Skill is rusty like my skin
Take your stuff and dump it in the bin, never gonna win
Hit with a finisher that I administer, watch as I pummel your chin, yeah
Gotta path find with a glass eye
As a pass time, never act right
I get map hyped when you flat line
It's dead

Mirage [Shwabadi]:
Hey, what's up, what? Surprised? I'm the fighter advertised
The most, don't mean to boast, I'm making ghosts outta these other guys
Stay disguised, outta sight, like my Invisalign
That's a joke, of course you know, I'm flashing you these pearly whites
I'm quick witted, it's Elliot Witt, you idiot
I stay equipped with the big hitters, I'm into it
The heavy spitters, I'm wilding with a spitfire
I'm aiming higher, you're grounded like a green wire
Wait the green wire is the ground right?
I'm the main attraction, bet that I don't come for free
If you want this action bitch you gotta pay for me
Gauging your reaction when I press Q
Nothing personal kid but I'm behind you
You're psyched out, gonna make you do a triple take
Shut your mouth, I can hear you from a mile away
When you make out the decoy your hands shake
I may be fake but these bullets that are coming ain't
Hit 'em with a vanishing act and now they want more, fitted with a plan to distract, I call it encore
I know the map like the back of my hand, I've explored postwar, I'll be leaving you an eyesore
On every planet in the system I get mad looks
Smack you down so hard I'll leave your dad shook
People calling me a freak are in my bad books
BM with a Mozambique because I'm that good

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