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Top of the World
By Alisa Apps
Top of the World — Alisa Apps
On top of the world
Sitting on top of the world
Punch the clock but I’m not punching in
I’d rather die than be a 9 to 5 skin
Times are so hard but I keep getting harder
And all the pain inside feels like brick and mortar
I was counting pennies and Doubting Thomases
But I kept ripping through verses
Putting bitches and dudes in hearses
Strut it like I’m ten feet above the ceilings of Wall Street
Packing a pen and toting pipes
I’m reading last rites to undeserving half-pints
Fingers in the air waving night night
Sitting on top of the world
Cause I don’t belong in it
I just don’t fit
I’m going to be iconic
Yeah, isn’t it ironic
I’m sitting on top of the world
I’m gonna step up on the stage
Got so much rage
I’m not afraid
I ain’t halting on the edge of my seat
I got the world at my feet
I got the world at my feet
Always moving, never idle
Every corner got a rival
I’m just so vital
Big wigs want to stifle my vinyl
To protect their pop star recital
For the working people, hail my arrival
I write verses so essential they trump the Bible
These muppet singers ain’t got no style
I take the titles and make it final
I make it final
I’m sitting on top of the world
Cause I don’t belong in it
I just don’t fit
I’m going to be iconic
Yeah, isn’t it ironic
I’m sitting on top of the world
I’m gonna step up on the stage
Got so much rage
I’m not afraid
I ain’t halting on the edge of my seat
Got the world at my feet
I got the world at my feet, feet, feet
I got the world at my feet
Sitting on top of the world
Clocked in at one hundred and five
With one light blown out and no alibi
The pig’s gonna try to make this girl cry
Cause I got young blood and a will to survive
I’m sitting on top of the world
Cause I don’t belong in it
I just don’t fit
I’m going to be iconic
Yeah, isn’t it ironic
I’m sitting on top of the world
I’m gonna step up on the stage
Got so much rage
I’m not afraid
I ain’t halting on the edge of my seat
I got the world at my feet
I got the world at my feet, feet
Sitting on top of the world
Cause I don’t belong in it
I just don’t fit
I’m going to be iconic
Yeah, isn’t it ironic
I’m sitting on top of the world
Always moving, never idle
Every corner got a rival
I’m just so vital
Big wigs want to stifle my vinyl
To protect their pop star recital
For the working people, hail my arrival
Punch the clock but I’m not punching in
I’d rather die than be a 9 to 5 skin
Times are so hard but I keep getting harder
And all the pain inside feels like brick and mortar
I’m sitting on top of the world
I don’t belong in it
I just don’t fit
Going to be iconic
Isn’t it ironic
I’m sitting on top of the worldI Trust No One (But I Trust You)
By Alisa Apps
I don’t trust no one but I trust you
I don’t trust no one but I trust you
I don’t trust no one but I trust you
I don’t trust no one but I trust you
Babe I got to tell you the truth
I trust no one but I trust you
Was cursed with x-ray vision
I see through lies like a technician
And after all that we’ve been through
I trust no one but I trust you
Everyone has their own story
Guided by greed or glory
They try to cheat their way in
And steal away your win
I try to trust but was cut into
So I trust no one but you
Yeah I trust no one but you
I trust no one but I trust you
I trust no one but I trust you
All this time you’ve been my anchor
So I can battle out at sea
It must have been heavy on your shoulder
Well I’ll make us proud you’ll see
Yeah I’ll make us proud you’ll see
I trust no one but I trust you
Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do
I’ve been on a solo mission
Penning compositions
No time for friends or passers-by
Just a bunch of talking heads full of lies
Got you babe guarding my back
Can’t beat me we’re stacking track
You could say everyone’s a snake
And they’d love to see you break
They tell me I’m lost in a dream
That’s ok by me
And that’s ok by me
I’m rising up their day is done
Wannabe stars in an age of none
Yeah they’re wannabe stars in an age of none
And that’s ok by me
And that’s ok by me
Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do
I trust no one but I trust you
I trust no one but I trust you
All this time you’ve been my armor
So I can fight my enemies
It must have been lonely as my partner
Well I’ll win this war you’ll see
Yeah, I’ll win this war you’ll see
We’ll win this war you’ll see
I trust no one but I trust you
I trust no one but I trust you
I trust no one but I trust you
I trust no one but I trust you
Friends are worse than enemies
Bosses slaving you for pennies
Politicians lie through their teeth
Can’t trust no commander and chief
I don’t trust these pricks on TV
I don’t trust these snobs with degrees
I can’t trust friends they lie to me
I don’t trust anybody
Friends are worse than enemies
Bosses slaving you for pennies
I trust no one but you
I don’t trust no one but I trust youI Disrespect You
By Alisa Apps
I need a war boy
I need a war boy
I need a war boy
I flipped my lid so you're gonna feel it, feel it
Setting it straight like Watergate
And the big boys about to fall
Remember my name better than them all
Ain't nothing better than the real thing
So astonishing, singing swinging, stinging in the boxing ring
Teaching the judges how to sing
I disrespect you, fuck off authority
I don't care giving it to you orally, orally
I disrespect you, ain't no conspiracy
This thoroughbred's looking like mega currency, currency
I got something to believe in, me
Mapping out my name on the marquee see
Hold on tight no rehearsal
I spew it and Alisa goes universal
Ain't no love to give sock it to 'em
Knocking 'em down their time has come
We don't care about your Forbes rating none
I make you phonies come undone
I disrespect you, fuck off authority
I don't care giving it to you orally, orally
I disrespect you, ain't no conspiracy
This thoroughbred's looking like mega currency, currency
I got someone
I need a war
I need a war boy, war boy
So many faces, so many fakes
Quacks come in all sizes and shapes
Not biting my tongue, got no more patience
This is my cadence for your expectations
I need a war boy
Left right, left right
I need a war boy
I need a war boy
I don't work for no man, no man
I don't work for no man
I don't work for no man
Pissed off burning inside
I want to live before I die
Sick and tired of the ordinary grind
Dragging me down, lose my mind
Ain't selling out to the system
Ain't ruled by no Queen in Britain
This is how we feel, just deal never kneel
Can't be a yes man if you're real
I need a war boy
I need a war boy
I need a war boy
I disrespect you
I disrespect you, fuck off authority
I don't care giving it to you orally, orally yeah
I disrespect you, ain't no conspiracy
This thoroughbred's looking like mega currency, currency yeah
I disrespect you, I disrespect you
Left right, left
Remember my name
Better than them all
Remember my name
Better than them all
I need a war
I need a war
I need a war
Remember my name
Better than them all
Remember my name
Better than them all
Remember my nameTURN IT UP LOUD
By Alisa Apps
Turn it up loud
Talking to the young believers
Turn it up loud
Talking to the new leaders
Turn it up loud
Smash up your bleachers
Turn it up loud
Talking to the big dreamers
Hear the sound of rebel roar as
I walk into the room
I’m not the kind they adore
I’m a ticking bomb of doom
I’ve got audio ammunition that brings you to your knees
In my generation causing a brand new beat
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up loud
Turn it up
People try to put us down
Don’t mess around with my crew
Working hard to get ahead
So hard the clock hardly moves
And just because we make a sound
You all mimic what we say
Why don’t you all look around
You’re all fat and old, die away
No surprise, you told us lies
But we all have no fear
I just pick up my mic and sing
Crowd levitates in the air
I’m reloading, getting stronger
You kicked me when I was down
But I can’t wait much longer
Cause nothing’s gonna stop me now
Turn it up loud
Talking to the young believers
Turn it up loud
Talking to the new leaders
Turn it up loud
Smash up your bleachers
Turn it up loud
Talking to the big dreamers
We don’t give a fuck what they all say
Clothes are torn and my eyes have turned grey
I dressed right for a street fight today
An army of rebels are coming your way
We don’t give a fuck what they all say
Clothes are torn and my eyes have turned grey
I dressed right for a street fight today
An army of rebels are coming your way
We don’t give a fuck what they all say
Clothes are torn and my eyes have turned grey
I dressed right for a street fight today
An army of rebels are coming your way
We don’t give a fuck what they all say
Clothes are torn and my eyes have turned grey
I dressed right for a street fight today
An army of rebels are coming your wayBADASS
By Alisa Apps
I don’t want nobody to tell me what to do
I don’t want to go where the rich says is cool
They think they’re smart but don’t have a clue
I’m the only one I look up to
All across town my name is mentioned
Like a hurricane stirring up the tension
We don’t give a damn it’s redemption
Gonna teach the fake fucks a lesson
Cause I’m a badass yeah
I’m a badass yeah
Rude and reckless yeah
Nude for breakfast yeah
I’m a badass yeah
I’m a badass yeah
Rude and reckless
Screw for breakfast
I do what I want when I want to
I’m already a million miles past you
Never fading I’m winning every race
Trust me son I’m in a whole other space
So kiss my ass and raise your shot glass
Pay homage to the working class
Living out our dreams, will never quit
Whatever I want these skills get it
Gotta get it off my chest
Gotta get you off my back
I’m breaking all the rules
Giving you a heart attack
Gotta get it off my chest
Gotta get you off my back
I’m breaking all the rules hit the fuckin road
Hit the fuckin road
Hit the fuckin road
Hit the fuckin road Jack
Hit the fuckin road
Hit the fuckin road Jack
Hit the fuckin road
Hit the fuckin road
And I said
Hit the fuckin road
Hit the fuckin road Jack
Hit the fuckin road
Hit the fuckin road Jack
Hit the fuckin road
Hit the fuckin road
Cause I’m a badass
I’m a badass
Rude and reckless
Nude for breakfast Ahh
I’m a badass yeah
I’m a badass
Rude and reckless
And I screw for breakfast
I’m a badass yeah
Rude and reckless yeah
What ya fuckin gonna do about it
BadassWho's Laughing Now
By Alisa Apps
You laughed at me, made a crack at me
Copied, made fun of what I wanted to be
No remorse, burn it down
I got nothing to lose
You threw the first punch
But I'm too solid to bruise
You're gonna pay the price when you face me
Cause I've been a volcano about to erupt
You're gonna pay, don't try to about-face me
I keep getting stronger as you two-faced me
Who's laughing now
Who's laughing now
You cower while I'm too stable to fall
And your mountain comes crumbling down
Gotta come clean when the shit hits the fan
I don't like anyone, got a brain of a hitman
Somebody like me never forgets the enemy
Tears I gotta hide, winning is my only remedy
You're gonna pay the price when you face me
Cause I've been a volcano about to erupt
You're gonna pay, don't try to about-face me
I keep getting stronger as you two-faced me
Who's laughing now
Who's laughing now
You cower while I'm too stable to fall
And your mountain comes crumbling down
Who's laughing now
Who's laughing now
You cower while I'm too stable to fall
And your mountain comes crumbling down
One little sheep, two little sheep, three little sheep, four
One little sheep, two little sheep, three little sheep, more
Boom, boom, boom
You act a big shot but you're really a sham
There's something about this music, they trust who I am
It's revenge, stacking wins, revved up, ready to go
You're in rehab, popping pills, already got you KO'd
You're gonna pay the price when you face me
Cause I've been a volcano about to erupt
You're gonna pay, don't try to about-face me
I keep getting stronger as you two-faced me
Who's laughing now
Who's laughing now
You cower while I'm too stable to fall
And your mountain comes crumbling down
Who's laughing now
Who's laughing now
You cower while I'm too stable to fall
And your mountain comes crumbling down
Who's laughing now
Boom, boom, boomI'm So Bored With The USA
By Alisa Apps
I'm so bored with the USA
I'm so bored with the USA
I'm so bored with the USA
Wake up sleepyheads I'm gonna raise some hell
We may be the last gang in town taking up Chelsea Hotel
People on my back didn't know it'd come to this
I'm the great white hope mama
So pretty, so flawed, so dangerous
I'm a new gangbanger
They call me a prophet preacher
Proclaiming a new dream
From Washington to a Paramount feature
Music's dumb like Little Wayne
Hollow, shallow, limp, no brain
Radio's on all sounds the same
Murdering the mind like crack cocaine
I'm so bored with the USA
Why's everybody so lame
I'm so bored with the USA
Why's everybody so gay
I'm so bored with the USA
Why's everybody so lame
I'm so bored with the USA
Why's everybody so gay
And there's no rock and roll
Too much self-control
Yeah I want it hard and rough
We all need a new tough
And where is my riot boy
And my Helen of Troy
Yeah I want it hard and rough
We all need a new tough
I'm so bored with the USA
Why's everybody so lame
I'm so bored with the USA
Why's everybody so gay
I'm so bored with the USA
Why's everybody so lame
I'm so bored with the USA
Why's everybody so fuckin gay
Kids feel it in their video games
Girls sweeping magazines for fame
Gimme James Dean with an attitude
Me and him dressed lewd
They got a lot of problems you see
Getting their fix from the industry
I was born to ride heavy
I was born to stay free
Yeah I'm so bored with the USA
Why's everybody so lame
I'm so bored with the USA
Why's everybody so gay
I'm so bored with the USA
Why's everybody so lame
I'm so bored with the USA
Why's everybody so gay
I'm so bored with the USA
Why's everybody so lame
I'm so bored with the USA
Why's everybody so gay
I'm so bored with the USA
Why's everybody so lame
I'm so bored with the USA
Why's everybody so gay
I'm so bored with the USAAmerican Crime
By Alisa Apps
What are you waiting for
It’s in the back door
What are you waiting for
I’m a criminal for you
I’d die if you wanted me to
I’m a criminal for you
Stole my heart that’s all you had to do
I’m a rebel with no clue
Dancing with danger, having sex with strangers
I have nothing left to lose
Tear me up, break my bones cut me in two
Shoot me with a gun
I’m empty and numb
Cause I’m risking it all
I walk a jagged line
God knows I’m heavy
And I’m chasing for time
One more shot, one more score
All or nothing
American crime, oh it’s an American crime
Take the leap, take the fall
Either way I’ve already sold my soul
Don’t trust no one, don’t care to
If you were to know, I’ve done it all for you
Haven forsake me
Cause I’m a bad one
A dark horse
Don’t bet against me
We’re cashing in the money honey
Cashing in the money
I’m risking it all
I walk a jagged line
God I’m so heavy
And I’m chasing for time
One more shot, one more score
All or nothing
American Crime, what are you waiting for
It’s American crime, it’s my American crime
What are you waiting for, one more shot, one more try
One more time, it’s American, oh my American crime
One more shot, what are you waiting for, what are you waiting for
One more heist, I swear, I swear it’s the last time, I swear it’s the last time
What are you waiting for, American crime, what are you waiting forJudgement Day
By Alisa Apps
Torn up, beat up
I've been shown up, beat up, yeah right on
I've been shown up, beat up
Did not run, not giving up
Had to keep the wolves at bay
Everyday was Judgement Day
Fought backstabbers and thieves
With bombs up their sleeves
When the world's tumbling down
I'm the toughest one around, oh
I’ve been shown up, beat up
Did not run, not giving up
Had to keep the wolves at bay
Everyday was Judgement Day
Fought backstabbers and thieves
With bombs up their sleeves
When the world's tumbling down
I'm the toughest one around, yeah
I'm the roughest one in town
I'm the toughest one around
The world's my stomping ground
Got that charging feet sound, sound, sound
And I say do do do, do do do, do do do, da da da
Do do do, do do do, do do do, da da da
You can't bamboozle me
Been hustling since three
You wanna be gutsy
Gotta become me, ah oh
I came to raise the bar, eliminate the sub-par
Murdering every star with one mic and a stage
I upstage and amaze, wrap you up with a phrase, oh ahh oh
Do do do, do do do, do do do, da da da
Do do do, do do do, do do do, da da da
Chart the rise of my star
Came from nothing to czar
White hot like a cigar
Knock 'em out when I spar
Loose cannon that gets harder
You thought I was livid
You have vexed me kid
Like Henry the eighth did
Bumping off his wives
Only tell you one time
After that, lights out, goodbye
Do do do, do do do, do do do, da da da
Do do do, do do do, do do do, da da da
Movers and shakers, come on
Busting your speakers right on
I've been shown up, beat up
Did not run, not giving up
Had to keep the wolves at bay
Everyday was Judgement Day
Fought backstabbers and thieves
With bombs up their sleeves
When the world's tumbling down
I'm the toughest one around, yeah, one
I've been shown up, beat up
Did not run, not giving up
Had to keep the wolves at bay
Everyday was Judgement Day, do do
Fought backstabbers and thieves
With bombs up their sleeves
When the world's tumbling down
I'm the toughest one around
Yeah, I'm the toughest one aroundVICTORY LAP
By Alisa Apps
Fear me. You should fear me. Oh so lovely. You should fear me
Sometimes I feel I’m losing my mind
Trying to beat the hands of time
Took too many rounds, my father died
That’s about the only time I really cried
For eight years, me and dad never talked
Then it happened, boom, shocked
Wanted to show him I’m the greatest
Alisa Apps is fuckin’ greatness
The old man will never know
His daughter’s a G.O.A.T.
Greatest of all time
Singer, writer, fighter to rhyme
America’s great white hope
They should bow and anoint me Pope
Got more power in my lungs and fists than anybody
Get in my way and your face is bloody
I’m making, I’m making, I’m making a victory
I’m making, I’m making, I’m making a victory
My victory lap, my victory lap, my victory lap, my victory lap
All my people feel my massive attack
Fists up, fists up, get your fists up
Fists up, fists up, come on, get your fists up
I challenged Lady Gaga to a million-dollar sing-off
She ran like a rodent, a petrified jerk-off
Michael Jordan would never duck a challenge
Crooked music business got no talent
Adam Levine’s advertising pimple cream
So is Bieber, still having wet dreams
Katy Perry is the biggest fake
Now that’s one face I’d love to break
I’d punch the bitch out cold
Dumb girl tries to be bold
Plays dress up with boxing gloves
Step in the ring with me
I guarantee she runs in her pants
Music posers trying to be tough
Even JT poses with fists up
Ain’t he a cream puff
We just about had enough
So fuck off sellouts, I’m cleaning house
Tune in for a new episode of Who’s The Fuckin Boss
Pack your bags and auto-tune it, it’s time to go
Cause this badass is about to blow you with her ammo
Boom Boom Pow was even stolen
Will.i.am’s legs need to be broken
This guy steals all his music
Murderin’ him would be therapeutic
If I’m not PC, so be it
If you don’t like me, you’re too dumb to see it
If you don’t stand for anything, you fall for it all
You fall for it all — yeah, you fell for it all
Fear me. You should fear me. Oh so lovely. You should fear me
Fists up, fists up, get your fists up
Fists up, fists up, come on, get your fists up
Fists up, fists up, come on, get your fists up
My producer tries to censor a line
He thinks I’m out of my mind
I’m not normal,
Normal people find
I’m fucked up and mayhem combined
Always knew I was different
In school I didn’t fit in, was belligerent
So angry about my absent parents
Dad even took me off his life insurance
And gave it to his Filipino girlfriend
Adolescence was a messed-up whirlwind
To the young people, hold on crew
Here’s to helping you get through
We’re making, we’re making, we’re making a victory
We’re making, we’re making, we’re making a victory
Our victory lap, our victory lap, our victory lap, our victory lap
All my people feel my massive attack
Fists up, fists up, get your fists up
Fists up, fists up, come on, get your fists up
Fists up, fists up, get your fists up
I do get in the ring and bust faces
I train 365 in Vegas
I do write all my songs
I do right some wrongs
I don’t censor lines
And will speak my mind til the end of time
I put more work in than anyone in the top ten
I am the Queenpin
Fear me. Fear me.
Oh so lovely. You should fear me
Fear me. Fists up
You can’t hide
Get in the ring with me
Get in the ring with me, come on
Get in the ring with me
Get in the ring with Alisa Apps
She’ll do a victory lap around your ass
You can’t hide
Album Review: Alisa’s Top of the World
It’s not every day that an album grabs you by the shoulders and shakes you awake, but that’s exactly what Alisa’s Top of the World does. Bold, rebellious, and unapologetically empowering, this relaunch is not just a second chance for the album—it’s a declaration of war on conformity, complacency, and fear. With a sound that seamlessly marries raw emotion with electrifying beats, Alisa speaks directly to the listener’s soul, igniting a fire of self-determination and authenticity.
A Middle Finger to Authority
At its core, Top of the World is a rebellious anthem for anyone who’s ever felt silenced or underestimated. Alisa’s lyrics cut straight to the heart, addressing the struggles we’re often too afraid to speak about. Tracks like I Disrespect You are visceral and unapologetic, flipping the script on power dynamics and reclaiming agency with lyrics that demand attention. It’s an anthem for showing up as your most authentic self, no matter the cost.
The beats and rhythms throughout the album aren’t just background noise; they’re the heartbeat of Alisa’s message. With driving percussion and soaring melodies, every track feels alive, like a rallying cry for the disillusioned and the determined.
Vulnerability Meets Power
Alisa’s ability to blend vulnerability with defiance is nothing short of extraordinary. On Victory Lap, she pulls listeners into her personal journey, exposing her struggles and triumphs with raw honesty. The track’s hauntingly beautiful background melodies perfectly complement her powerful vocals, creating a dynamic range of emotions that culminates in a fist-pumping chorus: “Get your fists up.” It’s a moment that feels both deeply personal and universally empowering, a call to action for everyone who’s ever fought to claim their place in the world.
Life-Changing Energy
Top of the World doesn’t just inspire—it transforms. Tracks like Turn It Up Loud practically beg you to take control of your life. It’s the kind of song that demands to be played on repeat, with lyrics and a rhythm so infectious they could soundtrack a personal revolution. Meanwhile, I Trust No One (But I Trust You) showcases Alisa’s ability to explore the complexities of trust and human connection, wrapping profound emotion in triumphant melodies that leave you invigorated.
Each track brings something new to the table: a fresh storyline, a unique emotional tone, and an unmistakable aura of rebellion and triumph. Yet, beneath it all lies a unifying theme: reclaiming identity and what it means to be alive and unapologetically human.
Alisa’s Unstoppable Momentum
The relaunch of Top of the World is just the beginning of Alisa’s 2025 campaign to take this album—and its message—to every corner of the globe. Stories from fans who’ve already been transformed by the music only underscore its incredible power. From life-changing weight loss to newfound inspiration, this album has already left its mark, but its potential to reach even greater heights is undeniable.
Alisa’s ability to articulate the human experience in such a relatable, empowering, and motivating way makes Top of the World an album for the ages. Whether you’re looking to reclaim your voice, break free from societal expectations, or simply feel alive, this is the album that will take you there.
A Must-Hear Masterpiece
If you haven’t experienced Top of the World yet, now is the time. This isn’t just music—it’s a movement. And as Alisa steps into the spotlight in 2025, with new platforms, global outreach, and even more music on the horizon, it’s clear that Top of the World is more than an album. It’s a revolution.
Play it loud. Feel every beat. And let Alisa remind you what it means to be on top of the world.