• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Same Ol' Same Ol' - Apathy
• Live At The Playboy Mansion - Apathy
• The Hook - Apathy
• School - Apathy
• No Sad Tomorrow - Apathy
• Lost Freestyle - Apathy
• Weird Story - Apathy
• The Janitor - Apathy
• Put Ya Dukes Up - Apathy
• Science Of The Bumrush - Apathy
• Personal Jesus - Apathy
• One Of Those Days - Apathy
• Money Orientated - Apathy
• Love Lockdown Remix - Apathy
• Womanizer - Apathy
• Welcome To Assholeville Part Ii - Apathy
• True Love - Apathy
• The Smackdown - Apathy
• The Beautiful People - Apathy
• Stop What Ya Doin' - Apathy
• Speak Ya Clout - Apathy
• Shoot First - Apathy
• Rappaz R.n. Dainja Freestyle - Apathy
• Pf Cuttin Freestyle - Apathy
• Peace Connecticut - Apathy
• One Step at a Time - Apathy
• No Joke - Apathy
• Mother Molesters - Apathy
• Me & My Friends - Apathy
• Make Alotta Money - Apathy
• The Lesson Freestyle - Apathy
• Y'all Ain't Good Enough - Apathy
• Who Got Da Juice - Apathy
• Well, Well, Well - Apathy
• Victim - Apathy
• Trust - Apathy
• The Winter - Apathy
• The Villain - Apathy
• The Game - Apathy
• The Buck Stops Here - Apathy
• That Ol' Boom Bap - Apathy
• Sureshot Affair - Apathy
• Public Execution - Apathy
• Philosophical Gangsta - Apathy
• Smoke Weed Everyday - Apathy
• Slave - Apathy
• Rockafella Freestyle - Apathy
• Represent - Apathy
• Know What You Want - Apathy
• Live At The Bbq - Apathy

[Apathy]
Downstairs on the first floor, first door on the right
His name is Mr. White, he drinks all night and beats his wife
But she never-ever leaves, she believes he's right
And it's probably her fault when they get into a fight
Locks himself in the bathroom and twiddles his balls
Peeking through a little hole that he drilled through the wall
Hidden under a picture of Jesus inwitnesses the neighbors teenager nieces
Named Marira and Lisa
Gettin' dressed, sneaking in boys the room for sex
It upsets him but excites him, none the less
The girls used to live with they dad who had a coke addiction
He was broke from the blow plus the alcoholism
So they moved with they uncle and aunt
Wasn't what they want, but they didn't front, they would get away with a lot
Fuckin' with an older kid from accross the hall
He would buy them alcohol and drive them to the mall
That's Steven, his mother thinks demons are screaming inside of her brain
So she eases the pain with painkillers
Telling everybody she's religous
She's not sure, but thinks Mr. White's here to kill us
And all day long doors open doors shut
No idea how much the others are fucked up
They smile when they pass, maybe say hello

I miss the misses who caresses with kisses and catches missions with sexual
Between thighs her eyes roll as kitty kats are eadile
My tongue is incredible - swift to lick lips, tickle clits on hips
Diggin grips tight on hips and shit
I flip the mission to kissin and licking nipples on nymphos
'Cause I'm Super like Nintendo when it comes to where the dick goes
Info on the data and my pager set on vibrate
And got greater expectations for later (I'll be tapping that ass)
Motioning in then exploding within the wetness
Ride it like a lexus on the opposite sexes
Between sheets freak wreak and speak mad ridiculous
Moaning while I'm boning causing friction on the clitoris
Under the lights - biting her neck to make the body tension tight
Rubbing thighs as we banging all night
Babies glazing - 5'3, 36D, 24-36 and as thick as can be
I imagine stabbing asses dragging fingers over abdomens
Capturing and grabbed them while I'm tossing like a javelin
Honey started bucking and banging and breaking bed frames
Sucking on the dick like a sport called the head games
I got the misses in stiches, acting viscious and fighting bitches
Cause my fucking skill is mad delicious
They get in ditches and planting kisses on this misstress
I stopped right in the middle and she still couldn't diss this
Got her on her back as I'm licking her bellybutton
Then she pulled me close like she wanted to tell me something
I took my tongue out of her navel, pulled her panties to her ankles
And inserted it slowly to make it less painful
Then she moaned shaking from a body spam
Leaving scars on my back preventing orgasm
[Chorus:]
I'm a E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly
Over me - she was going crazy
She pulled me on my chest and called me Mr. Sexy
G-String bikini's, sipping dry martini's
More special effects and make up then Tom Savini
Girls who wanna see me pick me up in Lamborginis
Better bet, that I can get you wet when you're needy
Let me get a hold of a centerfold
To keep me warm when I'm cold
Kiss her soul and make her knees fold
Perspire, let her meet her sweet desire
So hot that I won't stop until the beds on fire
All night, going through rubbers like burning tires
I'm a work it until you short circuit like crossed wires
Tossing and turning on the deck of the yatch
You know you gotta go live when you find the G-Spot
Me, I got a preference for oriental sex with me
Intense are like an insense, it's quite essential
Tell 'em that I love 'em 'fore the mental is through
The main event on tonight is gonna be me and you
[Chorus x3]
I like two chicks like John Ritter thicker than strippers
Hit her with liquor then lick her like her lips were liquorice
My wickedness in sex causes friction on the clitoris
Eqipped with this I make the flyest speak wild and frivilous
Excuses me miss - I'd like to kiss your butterfly
Smack that butter thigh, nut in the eye
Nah I'm just playing, no spraying while I look into your soul
Of your body as a whole not just titties and two holes
Naw Mean, I like the sex clean with prophylactics
Attack chicks on the mattress the mack licks the back
Plus the asses and assets the sex wet like fawcets
Slipped the tits clit pussy lips and honey lost it
I bought it back kept her on track with ass smacks
Louder than hand claps demands in back
I endorse doggy style like Michaeal Jordan did Nike
And make bitches who don't even like me my wifey
Looking jiggy, 'Fucking you Tonight' by Biggie plays on the radio
While females freak felatio, girls be on both sides of me like sex in stereo
Don't want the mono, I wanna pull more FM's than Vinyl
If this stuff continues I might hit the lotto
My money is my motto, take a honey to the Prado
Or back to the penthouse after the Appolo
The question of the night is, "Baby do you swallow? "
Mmm, I'm gonna do ya, whoa whoa whoa whoa
There's the anthem that is played throughout the playboy mansion...

[Apathy:]
Yo, all the dough I'm rakin' in
Is more than Bill Gates is takin' in
Layin' in the bed, gettin' head from Jenna Jameson
Strangle Hell's Angels and jack their Harley-Davidsons
Ap spits raps on wax they can't wait to spin
The way that I freestyle, you'd think that I hate the pen
Never follow the traits of trends from? to spend
Only fuck dates that I rate ten
While bitches you stick, pose for cameras and break the lens
For all you gay fucks, this shit is a wake up
To show you that I bust like "D" titties in A-cups
When I attack you fucks and slap you up
Even your imaginary friends won't back you up
[Majik Most:]
Yo I'm comin' off hotter than condoms on the Human Torch
Pushin' off on your girl with torque
Appylin pressure, because see, no one's fresher
Watch your little sister put my picture on the dresser
It's Majik Most, expect nothing lesser
So now you wanna battle when you see me at the party
Bring your own chalk to outline your body
I come off rocky performin exorcisms
Extract your ghostwriter and laugh at your writtens
You fake ass player, why you flash money for
I'll entertain your whore with a Commodore '64
And still get her on all fours, beggin for more
[Hook:]
This is the hook, it's repeated two times
And usually the end of each line rhymes
We couldn't think of anything better than this
It's just six emcees, all got something to spit
[C-Rayz Walz:]
I ain't the cat to lounge on, I get my pound on
With a brick fist, do my thing when I spit, I'm found on
Any stage with a list of sick beats is dope enough
I come to those events with can openers
For real, I'm makin deals with Celph when we speakin
When you're gettin bones, the only time you'll have a hot weekend
(Get slapped) Fuck props, I snuff cops
And leave you out the picture like midget mugshots
Fuck you computer hoes who just found flows
I shove you outta an airplane, call it my download
And stingin' you nice and can paralyze you
Kill yourself, if I was wack, that's what I'd do
[Celph Titled:]
You can find me an the crib, probably fuckin a hoe
On a daily basis, I make a buck plus a whole
All it takes is a microphone for me to let my flow loose
Hit the avenue, and bag bitches like they were produce
I politick, but like to extort niggas most of all
Because I be bringin more suspense than Stephen King in overalls
Celph Titled, you know the name right
New York City famous, see my face in spotlights
I don't even like rap, I just like to talk shit
And I'm quick to pull the heat when the block get thick
For all you science fiction niggas, that's tryin to get your tape out
I'll ship your body parts across the globe, leave you spaced out
[Hook]
[Louis Logic:]
Y'all don't want no beef with dutch massive
You claim you're battle emcees when you're just passive
You'll get smacked like slut's asses
When you cut classes during final exams, bunch of ingrates
Pussy rappers will menstruate?, finally cramped
You better call the EMS to stop your PMS
Or purchase? even less, you wish to never be as fresh
See me in the flesh, like Morrison at the Whiskey A-Go-Go
Pissin on promo tapes and shittin on photos
This is a no-no, keep wishin' you're so dope
I'm switchin my logo
To me grabbin your neck to with both fists in a chokehold
A lot of dick riders try to lick my nuts
The funny thing is, y'all dummies think that this is a low blow
[Dutch Massive:]
Motherfuckers keep askin when my album is droppin
It's not, only made that shit to play in my walkman
Y'all ain't worthy for the sounds that I produce for you
Yo, I told you cats, evaporate, but bullets when through you
I assume the shit talkin and always analyze rhymes
I got a smart mouth, I used to beat-box for Einstein
Line after line, my mind has more storage space
I'm Massive, you're just some kid with a deformed face
Fuckin' waste, ("yo dutch you dead wrong")
These chickenheads is stupid, can't understand my songs
Y'all speak the slang of the modern day caveman
Roll your crew out, chop their head off, and smoke the remainin brain stems
My flames been on, tell me I ain't alive
I'll strap a bomb to my chest and stage dive
I thrive off keepin' your sister's breasts in my palm
And I got pictures of her on Majik Most dot com

* Intro cuts : "You know, in school.
Everyone tries their very best to learn good habits
So we're going to try to do the very same thing
As we sing."
Verse 1 (character: Jeff)
All star quarterback, varsity letter, I drive a Jetta
A popular kid, my parents give me all my cheddar
Plus I date Heather, the flyest girl in our school
I got a very large house, with an inground pool
I rock Polo and Abercrombie & Fitch, I'm rich
Pompous and arrogant, makin' fun of nerd clicks
You motherfuckin' freaks and geeks are dumb
With ya painted white face, and pierced nose and tongue
I pass my classes with ease and get an "A"
Cheatin. cuz if I don't pass, I don't play
I'll shove you in ya locker and I'll get in ya face
Put you in ya place, cuz you fuckin nerds are a waste of air
Black clothes, blank stare, died hair
You could die tommorow and nobody would care
I'll push on the floor when all the halls are crowded
But you're just a wimp, whatcha gonna do about it?
[Hook]
No more homework, no more books
No more teachers dirty looks
No more detentions no more "F's"
No breath inside your chest.
No more homework, no more books
No more teachers dirty looks
No unpopular, no more cool
No more. school
Verse 2 (character: girl)
Four years of high school, I can't believe its here
My senior year, waitin for the crowd to cheer, at graduation
I haven't decided my occupation, but my major in college is gonna be
communications
I'm nice to everybody in school, whether cool, or uncool. I'm neutral
An outstanding pupil like my teachers say
I never missed a single day
Always on the honor roll, never less than an "A"
I help jocks with their grades, even that jerk Jeff
Who's an ass, but never woulda passed class with an "F"
Kids he picks on are smarter then him, and smaller than him
Never larger or taller than him
But this one kid, named Jay.
That jeff calls gay, and beats up, doesn't look very normal today
So I give a little smile and he gives one back
Then he walks by and reaches into his napsack
I feel like I wanna run, but my whole body's stunned
I can't believe it, but Jay's got a ..
[Hook]
Verse 3 (character: Jay)
My name is Jason, a real big fan of death
I sit back thinkin' of Jeff and I take a deep breath
How'd I'd love to fire 30 slugs into his chest, till nothin' is left
I'm always frustrated with stress, I want respect
Back when I was 6 I'd dissect insects, and spray house pets with Windex
I'm Beelzebub on drugs
The intellect of a David Berkowitz, roamin' on the internet
I'm sick of gettin pushed around bein' clowned
When I'm the most powerful evil being in town
I wake up at 5:30 and stare into space
Walk into my parents room and shoot 'em both in the face
Take a shower get dressed load my weapon for school
Walk thru the hall, step over the large blood pool
On the bus with a semi-automatic in knapsack
Smile on my face, as I sit in the back
Then I step into the building and I almost feel invincible
Wave to the nurse, say hi to the principal
Walk to to my locker, everything seems slow
Then I Jeff. and here we go
Weapons out the bag, people stop speakin', girls shreikin'
I start shootin' rounds till Jeff's chest is bleedin'
His head explodes then I start to reload
Nobody can hurt me now. cuz I'm in murder mode
Fire at everybody that's directly in my sight
But layin' on the ground on the somebody is I like
This girl who I've known who's always nice and talks to me
Crawls to me, coughin' up blood and awkwardly
Whispers two words right before her head drops
She opened her mouth and said. "please. stop"
I could never begin to describe the way I felt
I dropped to my knees, turned the gun on myself
And pulled the trigger.

[Chorus:]
There'll be no sad tomorrow
Don't you know that it's so?
In my mind there's no sorrow
Don't you know that it's so?
There'll be no sad tomorrow
Don't you know that it's so?
In my mind there's no sorrow
Don't you know that it's so?
[Verse 1:]
I'm trying to ignore my depression, the bullshit that I'm stressing
Recession and every single move I make I question
My girl want more affection, my crew want more attention
[? ] now I tend to stay away from any tension
It comes from all directions, my father says it's lessons
Look into the mirror, can you handle your reflection?
I know so much aggression, I'm in a new dimension
Like rocking back and forth and cocking back the Smith & Wesson
And plus when I rap all these younger people pay attention
So what, now it's my job to try and make a good impression?
My only advice would be follow your own direction
Save your money, don't blow it, when you fuck use protection
And uhh...
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
When I die, fuck it I'm trying to go to Heaven
I been ready to die since the night of 9/11
Cause passion in my first step closer than my second
Third step and walking on a nigga with a weapon
There's no sad tomorrow till we make it through the present
Anticipating still I grow impatient for my cheques
And money in my pocket, now this hustle shit I question
Just an adolescent music student, effervescent
Choose to manifest it, notice my inflection
Tomorrow is a scar I protected from infection
The iodine writer's mind's wires see connections
To landlines, watching landmines where I'm stepping
The bomb baby, calm poker face on my expression
For change and my days ever-searching for redemption
Manana be my motivation, no discrimination
Deal with hatred, feeling great, Demigod affiliation
But I'm praying cause uh...

Yo check it out
Louis Logical super-regular recordings
Unknown on the mix
My man Makalek
[Verse 1: Louis Logic]
I'm drinkin' beer 'till I'm thinkin' weird, suddenly disturbed
With two shots down next one will be my third
I'm a runaway, flasher, upsetting' innocent by passers
Cause I refuse to put my gun away
Buyin' beer and cigarette's and for the underage
Puke in to the sound booth and dive from the stage
I've become enraged, from sticky summer days
Of working for the man underpaid
I could care less in each instance
To reach the distance
Walkin' on the path of least resistance
Cause when the beat is finished
I still continue rhyming
With the breakthrough shit like I'm divin into hymen
Logic is a sick fuck who love's to get his dick sucked by rich sluts
And wipe my nuts off on their big butts
I'm too mixed up with brothers on the slide
Flippin' you the bird with your mother in my ride
Brothers on the slide this is Louis Logic
Unknown is your host, motherfuckers better hide
Brothers on the slide this is Louis Logic
[?], motherfuckers better hide
{"Just a small example of the abstract"}
{"I hope my words come as a shock"}
{"Any way you put it sucker [?] you're getting devastated"}
[Verse 2: Apathy]
Ya'll are going down like Mary J. Blige
My vocabularies live
I spit so much my salivary needs to re-energize
Every five seconds or more
Rhymes wreckin' your mind more than poisonous alien spores
Your brain absorbs, pain through pores
Scream so loud you strain your jaw till you stain your drawers
I bang more... famous whores than Hugh Hef
I'll battle everybody until there's only one crew left
And not one more
Ya'll are feminine as pedicures
My metaphors are better than your competitors
I've got way more green acres than Eva Gabor
The MC that even player haters adore
I rock dated tours
When I drop hip hop heads raided the store
Cop four copies or more for sure
Undercover motherfucker, secret agent at your basement back door
Tryin' to kidnap your poor track for ransom
Handsome but hardcore
The James Bond in me is more Sean Connery than Roger Moore
Ap for self, rap stealth 'til I stack wealth
No need to pack gats, slap cats like black belts
I spit 'til the wax melts, (?) spin
Hackin' supercomputers until my box is trapped in
I cut factions to fractions when rappin' in action
So def I rock in close caption
So when you pass out and black out from battling'
Tap your friend on the shoulder and ask him what the fuck happened
[fading out:]
Yo what the fuck was that?
Yo yo you just got fucked up B
Apathy the Alien Tongue
Representin Connecticut

She seemed sooo... innocent to most folks, never woulda thought that
The little old lady on the block with the black cat
Workin' on her front yard garden arrangement
Would have a couple bodies chopped up in the basement
You never woulda guessed that this sweet little grandma
Separates the arm from the body with a handsaw
Late while the block sleeps, butcher knives chop meat
Wrist bone, leg bone, hidden under concrete
And you can say I'm crazy, but she never draws suspicion
Every time another mailman goes missin'
At the town barbecue, everybody tries more
Famous meatballs people sayin' they'd die for
Wrapped up, packed up, have 'em for a quick snack
Take some, but make sure she gets her dish back
In fact, come inside, close the door behind you

[Apathy]
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, my mind is on display for you
A tour that's sort of morbid so this morning allow me to take you through
A janitor at a junior high
He plants a camera used to spy
On girls and boys
Records their voice
A beautiful thing
The song I sing goes
[Chorus]
(I like little bodies)
I love little bodies
(Won't you help me find my puppy)
He's gotta be around here somewhere
(Come inside my van, I parked it right outside)
I probably have some candy inside my van
(So take a ride with me)
[Apathy]
I wakeup while watching my neighbour do makeup
Binoculours follow her, God I'd demolish her
Watch her in front of a computer monitor
Jesus I hate her, she's talking to strangers
Who'd probably date her, but what would I say to her?
Intimidate her, sedate her, then strangle her
Now I just study her, fall deep in love with her
Not trying to fuck with her, just make a buddy her
Teach her that people are evil
See? Everybody is, especially me
I'll tie you up, beat you up
Chop you up, eat you up
I wanna marry you
What? Is this scaring you?
Wait 'till I take you out back and bury you
Deep in the ground, I know how it sounds
But trust me there's one of me in every town
Just be aware of me, where is he found?
In parking lots I'll park my van
Outside the mall beware the man
Who's ugly and creepy you've gotta believe me
The killer who's playing the Steve Miller CD
I'm smoking a cigarette hoping I intercept
Hoe's who are in to sex roaming the Internet
Late at night. His dream's to find a chick who's 15
Who's parents apparently don't pay attention
And so very carefully where will he mention
That they should meet
He said that he's younger
Girls now-a-days are dumb and get dumber

[Verse 1:]
You couldn't burn me if you was a nerd with CD's
Couldn't burn me if you was a whore with VD's
Mike Jordan couldn't burn me if he ate his Wheaties
Paid off the referees, and broke both of my knees
I'm hot...even Lucifer would get on his knees
Beggin' me please, to drop the heat a couple degrees
Fuck with me? Please
I could get your chick on video tape
Naked, like Girls Gone Wild on Spring Break
I'm damagin', got more dark power than Anakin
Mannin' my cannons to shoot a cannonball
I'm slammin y'all, through the wall
Talk about the weapon that ya brandishin'?
I've heard it all before, like Sunshine Anderson
Me without beef, is like a pervert with no porn
I icegrill like barbecues in a snow storm
My rappin' is hot, I'll put a crack in ya ice
Ap is precise, like the government with a trackin' device
I hawk, spit, quick to shit talk
Y'all could never see me, like Bloods that Crip Walk
Bullet fly by and give ya mullets a crew cut
My crew gets souped up, so put ya dukes up!
[Chorus:]
You suckas wanna fight?
PUT YA DUKES UP!
You wanna get hyped?
PUT YA DUKES UP!
Yo, we could do this all night
PUT YA DUKES UP! PUT YA DUKES UP! PUT YA DUKES UP!
You wanna grab mics?
PUT YA DUKES UP!
You wanna try to bite?
PUT YA DUKES UP!
Yo, we could do this all night
PUT YA DUKES UP! PUT YA DUKES UP! PUT YA DUKES UP!
[Verse 2:]
I just copped 2 G's from a show, but I'm probably gonna blow it
You'll find me in the Acura, drivin' it like I stole it
Y'all wanna beef, like you got a trick up ya sleeve?
Fuck spittin', you would need my permission just to breathe
It's deep, ya girl loves when I rock to the beat
She probably knows all of my raps backwards in her sleep
I'm the cat bitches follow, I make chicks swallow
'Cause I get more head than that ghost from Sleepy Hollow
I got a magical spell, as vicious as voodoo
Ya jealous 'cause I mack more bitches than you do
I'm A... P... and if you don't know the rest
Lift up ya girl's shirt, and read it off her breasts
[Chorus]
[verse 3:]
My new slang, burns through ya brain like butane
I gotta Stronghold, like the top of the food chain
You turn from black to blue like a mood rang
I'm hard to the muthafuckin' core when I do thangs
You wanna trip like you didn't tie ya shoe strangs
I'll have you holdin' ya face like bad tooth pains
I got a mansion that's bigger than Bruce Wayne's
That's where me and ya girl bang like two gangs
I got a bigger bomb than Saddam Hussein's
To try to lift it's weight would take two cranes
I'm tryin' to see a lot of CREAM like Wu-Tang
So I boost chains and stick up the number 2 train
I like ménage à trois, that means two dames
You stick chicks who rock thongs with poop stains
We bringin' pain 'cause the Demigod crew reigns
And y'all are still on the block rappin' for loose change
[Chorus]
Put your (mutha-mutha-muthafuckin' dukes up!)
Put your (mutha-mutha-muthafuckin' dukes up!)
Put your (mutha-mutha-muthafuckin' dukes up!)
Put your (dukes up!)
Put your (dukes up!)
Put your (mutha-mutha-muthafuckin' dukes up!)
Put your (mutha-mutha-muthafuckin' dukes up!)
Put your (mutha-mutha-muthafuckin' dukes up!)
Put your (dukes up!)
Put your (dukes up!)
"Apathy"
"Ro-Rock it as hard as I can"
"Ap will never be defeated"
"Apathy"
"Ro-rock it as hard as I can"
"Ap will never be defeated"
"Apathy"
"Ro-rock it as hard as I can"
"Ap will never be defeated"
"Apathy"
"Ro-rock it as hard as I can"

[Man Speaking]
I would like to take a few minutes of your time to...
Give you eh..The evidence on a few typical cases...
Cases of individuals, which I consider so dangerous to this nation
[All]
4, 3, 2, 1
[Celph Titled]
In this rap game you can say your better than me
But on the streets you can't crack as many heads as me
I take beef seriously; I'd rather beat you with the mic
than let you battle me with the rhymes you wrote last night
Those battles in the park you can save that for the 80's
How I'm a let niggas when they whole crew tried to degrade me
Give me your albums, run to the store sell 'em back
Flatten your frame and use your body as a welcome mat
No hospitality, I'll jus show you a hospital
I make moves and do things, even God would say's impossible
A wild animal, eager to break the chain lock
Your bitch wasn't Asian, but she sure as hell could "Bangkok"
I get paid just to talk over beats
Step in your hood, act like I own it, walk all over your streets
A lot of herbs don't like Celph, and say he's not underground
But I'm a blow soon, so y'all can jus hate on me now
I represent New York City, and the life that it leads
Hustle for dough and stick a ho until her fucking pussy bleeds
[Open Mic]
Ayyo I'm too hot blow the spot
Nitroglycerin
Sizzling
Dropping more lines then fisherman
With hooks to keep you listen
Feel the friction
Cuz my diction
Going to make you move like eviction
Demigodz in the jurisdiction
Keep it in mind like intuition
You think you hitting but your missing
Cats wishing
That they had the ammunition
To witness the documentary
Of how my raps written
I inhale a breath within my chest before I'm blessing hip-hop
I'm taking every shot I got like bulletproof vests
I never said that I'm the best but I'm better than you
Try to step but I'm ten steps ahead of your crew
I'm deaden you
And every fake move you make
Embedding you in the dirt
Till I cause earthquakes
Say you never heard of me
But your ho knows my name
Yo it's Open Mic
Screaming on tracks like Lois Lane
[Apathy]
You couldn't spit if you were a virgin bitch who hates swallowing
Leave you wit fat lips like chicks getting collagen
Implants to enhance
Lips to blow
My dick for dough
I'm slick rocking kicks and clothes
Your girl buys me
A little upset it don't surprise me
I get more freaks between sheets than the Isleys
My record is tight for wrecking the mic
I know some ho at my shows getting naked tonight
And all the promoters know if i'm setting it right
They'll be cops in riot gear expecting a fight
I'm off the hook
Ya'll are just soft and shook
So don't start it
The meanest in Adidas
Make a genius look retarded
Ap's got more raps
Than cats got drug raps
Slug caps
Or gats on thug tracks
I need somebody to blast that
Cuz I got the bomb set
Like a Vietnam vets flash back
[Celph Titled]
Yo, I rip the head off niggas that try to oppose
And I don't like to talk to hoes
Unless they don't where clothes
Any rapper out there that think they better than Celph
Can get decapitated with your head on my shelf
Jus as a little trophy that I like to collect
I make beef jerky strips from the skin on your neck
I throw your hype man off the stage from running his mouth
Me and my niggas on the corner straight dunnin it out
With the semi-auto heat complete with chrome nozzle
Jump on the FDR with the whip at full throttle
My ancestors came from the island in Cuba
Now I transcend the legacy thru chips in computers
And take trips to Bermuda, with nothing else to do
Swear my self under the oath and never tell the fucking truth
I be so blasphemous I seek shelter in storms
Beyond the norm avoid the lightning when i'm in human form
Every verse I write is classic felt by heads everywhere
Celph Titled number one master of the dragon's lair
A bone carpenter make figurines out of your skeleton
Rob you of your soul and take it with me back to hell again
[Open Mic](Apathy)
Picture perfectionism
Whenever I bless the rhythm
I make heads spin like Rock Steady exorcisms
Open Mic's the type of emcee who rips scenes
Bullets stream i'm cutting you clean like wolverine
With claws popped
After the verse your jaws dropped
I'm raw hot
Big dick
You're all small cock
I'm gangsta
(Wait, no he's not)
I'm atomically nuclear solar supernova hot
Defeating me is an impossible plan
I burn emcees like a tropical tan
Because no obstacle can
Stand in the way of one unstoppable man
I knock your dick in the dirt
And put your face in the sand
For those who bite or copy me
I'm striking like the lottery
The mic's apart of me
That goes together like ghettos and poverty
And don't follow me
It's possibly due to my high velocity
Philosophy
(And I'll fuck your mom muthafucka)
[Apathy](Celph Titled)
I got the whole entire planet saying Apathy's fly
That's why they play me in their walkmans till their batteries die
From the thugs at crack spots
That listen with gats cocked
To cats on laptops
To jock whatever Ap drops
These underground backpacker's think I'm crazy
Cuz my favorite emcees are Biggie Smalls and Jay-Z
I'm dropping data that could make your Pentium break
And dick that could make a veteran lesbian straight
You want to test like a ??? competed
Stop playing Ap will never be defeated
I leave the competition mentally stressed
Like teenage girl taking a pregnancy test
You better drop the mic from your hand
You ain't the man
You jus an overly obsessed fan like Stan
When you finally built the courage to spit ask Celph

A-P-A... T-H-Y
A-P-A... T-H-Y
Listen up closely, focus your brain
Rappers approach me, foes'll get slain
Slash and slowly open your veins
Over and over and over again
Verses are perfect, a virtual genius
A person could say I'm their personal Jesus
Rise in a battle of fire like phoenixes
Crazy, I'll even rock '80's rock remixes
So pray to me, every day faithfully
Facin' me's basically leavin' you fatally wounded and wasted
I'm wicked as mystical voodoo magicians, if you were to listen
You're under my spell, lose inhibitions
Surrender your writtens, it's futile to spit 'em
I'm up in your spot with a beautiful chicken
Ap is the truth, it's stupid to diss him
Foolish as tryin' to throw fuel on the friction
Haters the Lakers that lose to the Pistons
Scoop up your riches, scoop up your bitches
You're up in my kitchen, you're doin' my dishes
For minimum wage, your miniscule brain
Is tryin' so hard to configure this rigorous trainin'
I'm sprainin' ya ligaments, aimin' to cripple kids, aimin'
The barrel, I'll bury you, effortlessly faggots effin' with me
Will get blown into fragments and left in debris, did he mention I'm deadly?
Leave three bitches widows
I'm back from the dead without Beatrix Kiddo
It's A-P, say it with me
A-P, play it for me
Over and over and over again
Over and over and over again
It's A-P, say it with me
A-P, play it for me
Over and over and over again
Over and over and over again
[scratched]

"When it starts to happen...
Looks like one of those days"
Looks like one of those days
"When it starts to happen..."
Yeah, yo...
"It starts to happen, girl..."
[Verse 1:]
What the fuck's up? Attitude switch like the weather
Confrontation at one minute, the next minute better
Let her get her shit together, I ain't tryin' to say nothin'
'Cause she obviously bleedin' out her pussy or somethin'
Real irrational, quick to pick fights all bitch-like
'Bout to kick her out the whip, make the bitch hitchhike (Fuck outta here)
She flips like I should understand her pain
But she won't talk about it and she can't explain
Two sides to her gettin' it, the size of her bigger tits
But the downside is she cries over little shit
So fuckin' sick of it, that gets ugly
And the yappin' bugs me and it happens monthly and I...
Know we about to clash
When I see them li'l tampon wrappers in the trash (Uh oh)
It's enough to make a man put a gun to his brains
I shouldn't have to explain, it's just one of those days
[Chorus: x2]
"When it starts to happen...
Looks like one of those days"
It's just one of them days
"When it starts to happen...
It starts to happen, girl"
[Verse 2:]
Probably think I'm with another girl, droppin' her drawers
When I shop at the mall, so you're blockin' your calls
You're so persistent, heard a girl's voice in the distance
No that ain't chickens, it's sales assistants
You're so suspicious, you know some bitches
Who sayin' that they know me and know my business
Even if I tell you I'ma visit my mom
You think I'm trickin' you and trickin' on some chick in a thong
How long can this go on before I say "So long"
This whole shit's prolonged, I got a beep, hold on
You're flippin', sayin' if I click over shit's over
I guess it's one of them days where you're fuckin' insane
'Cause you ain't really got nothin' to say
At home with your imagination runnin' away
Don't be surprised when you call if my number got changed
So think before you speak when it's one of them days
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
She's like, "Buy me this and buy me that"
Think I got dough like I'm supplyin' crack
Never comply with that, my reply to that:
Better start lookin' for another guy for that
Now I agree once in a while to make you smile
But 24/7 trickin' just ain't my style
Repeats the same shit like a CD that skips
Tryin' to beg for them chips, little greedy ass bitch
Yeah I know how it sounds, like Ap's so mad
But she only seems glad when I'm buyin' her a bag
Little crab in the crib, tryin' to play all sad
Sure I'll give you some money...for a cab
If we tryin' to get ass then don't say this too quick
But never too fast to receive a few chips
They all about cash or lookin' for new dicks
So it's just one of them days, find a new chick
[Chorus]
"When it starts to happen...

[Intro:]
And my mentality is money orientated
I'm money orientated, I'm money orientated
And my mentality is money orientated
I'm money orientated, all my peeps who never made it
[Verse 1:]
Is it cash that you're after after all?
Playing roles like an actor at casting calls
For my infant, the instant you laugh and crawl
To the death, last breath and the casket falls
Get money, get paper, get dough, get currency
Property, jewellery, stability, security
Cause I know you and you know me
I'll front you then you'll owe me
And they probably want a taste of what that life is like
And they'd probably stab their mother if the price is right
Cause sitting right in front of broke folks counting money
Is like eating food in front of somebody hungry
[Chorus:]
Cause this right here got the girls in a frenzy
This right here make a whole world envy
This right here got my brain fucked up
Cause this right here, this this right here
And my mentality is money orientated
I'm money orientated, I'm money orientated
And my mentality is money orientated
I'm money orientated, all my peeps who never made it
[Verse 2:]
Even if I made more money than the porno biz
Had a genius accountant, some sort of wiz
I would still be broker than the orphan kid
Cause I wear more Jordans than Jordan did
And I'm calling overseas when I'm back in Connecticut
My cellphone bill looks like the national deficit
Cause I know you and you know me
I ain't rocked stunner shades since Kool Mo Dee
And the treacherous three, what I'm destined to be
Leaving my bank account effed up effortlessly
Dark clouds or sunny, beautiful or ugly
Everybody stay chasing after that money
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
You ain't nothing but a slave for the money, you think you a pimp
But that Franklin in your pocket is what paid for your honey
Can't sit and wait for your days to get sunny
Crime pays tax-free, ain't nothing funny
The boy became a hustler, the girl turned stripper
She wanna cop Gucci, he wanna get a blinker
Every time I sit down and mash on the clicker
I see some new shit that turn me to a gold digger
Don't know what made me materialistic
All I know is that I gotta be on some rich shit
Shopping at the mall everyday like it's Christmas
I got a slight problem, only money can fix this

"Cmon man, sing for christ sakes"
(APATHY SINGS IN AUTOTUNE)
i said... it sound like robot going through puberty
im in love with shoes, nikes hour boost
back in 92' like you had in juice
yalll are fuckin fools, sing like doctor seuss
but boost need a deuce, you just produce
rock that auto-tuner,
thought you'd stop it sooner
(APATHY RAPS)
yo you aiint a computer, you aiint from the future, and you aiint got a tumor, so why you do to your voice shit to make you sound stupider
if you walk on the moon, i moon walk on jupiter
stay true to the game, or people gonna boo at cha
do what cha like, but shut off your mic i'll ruin ya
apathy will rip a rapper in two then im threw with ya
a couple motha fuckas wanna hate cause im white
but they never rocked a mic, a single day in their life
on the internet yappin, that ap aiint rappin
they say they gonna see me, but that'll never happen
never ever happen, you can just imagine
sit at your computer, while my money stay stackin
so you say i suck, and ya talk shit
but you listen to me, your on my dick
(APATHY SHOUTS OUT)
yaaaa hahaha apathy, big mike, white on white crimes, we'll fuck you up man.. hip hop, rap, got it locked down, fly kicks, fly chicks we got it locked down yo kanye sing me that funny voice man
(KAYNE SINGS THE CHORUS)
So keep your love locked down
Your love locked down
Keepin’ your love locked down
Your love locked down
Now keep your love locked down
Your love locked down
Now keep your love locked down
You lose
(AP TALKS)
yo i dare one person out there to kill this shit like i killed it.. probably not
but just in case
(AP RAPS)
Better get ya barreta ready, and load it with metal, the minute a midi? admit it cant get on my level
a veteren ready to rid em, with em one at the mill,
a little kid on ridilin whos tounge covered the pill
stand back for a second and study the real
hold the sword to the sky and ill summon the skill
so hot when i rock, needed someone to chill
all of the sudden the son of sams comin to kill
gotta whole lotta motha fuckas on my dick
that spit, gossip, aiint that a bitch?
cause if i had a dime for every single time
that yall pop shit, then id be rich
(AP TALKS)
Man i remember the first heard i heard that funny ass voice shit
that uh Tpain voice that, kayne and weezy and them use
it was on that song uhhh way back by cher
and it aiint been in her vocals like that, like this
(KAYNE SINGS CHORUS IN THE BACKGROUND)
(AP STILL TALKING)
hahahaha.. im suprised their not sick of it already
whatever though, keep that shit locked down, you lose, you lose
apathy, demigodz, you lose motha fucker, i did it, too late
their not gonna go after this
big mike, white on white crime, connecticut, 860, 203
ya.. yo foreal hahahahahah shout out to celph titled for uh auto-tunin my vocals
ya i kinda like this song man, alot of people hated it
kayne did it better on the vma's hahahaha
stop that shit
**** Please correct anything wrong if you notice it

[Verse 1: Apathy]
People think that I'm an asshole
Why's That?
Cause my aim is to mack an innocent dame
And have her givin me brain
Before she can say
"I don't wanna play games"
But to me the back of all girls heads look the same
And if it wasn't for the little charms on they gold chains
I probably wouldn't remember their names
Its insane
Girls in my passenger seat are like my sheets
Stains where I came and change once a week
Bad habits could drop like crack addicts with rock
A girls tryin to count the prophylactics in the box
Got 'em askin me advice payin for palm readers
Cause Ap locks down more bitches than dog breeders
Don't get attached baby o you know how it feels
To be sitting home alone watching Ally McBeal
So give up that ass fast, forget class
I got girls taking my math like they need it to pass
[Chorus x2]
I've accumulated honeys all across the map
Cause id rather bust a nut than.. bust a cap
I come correct in full effect got all my hoes in check
And before I get the butt the jim must be erect
[Verse 2: Apathy]
I've have fly girls with plaid catholic skirts and bobby socks
Body rock my cock with they lips like lolly pops
Pussy lips drip, never let a pussy whip
Have 'em shaved and blazed, I never fuck with bushy shit
Apathy's sexuality defies all reality
Make her go bigger love me for my personality
Titty fuck a pretty slut
Right up on a city bus
Hit her up
Make her swallow cum
Never spit it up
Fuck Viagra I'ma always get it up
I'll be 80 with the ladies and they know I'll rip it up
From mattress to mattress
Dick to fatter asses
I'll give sex classes to a porn star actress
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Apathy]
We go club, car, crib, bed, dance, hug, kiss, head
Fuck, bust, sleep, bounce, next night different chick
Never tally 'em out
I copped the digits from this biditch who visits me for the didick
When I hit it she's addicted and wants me to be committed
You can forget it
I had a wifey it fucked through my psychy
And I don't care if females who hear that shit don't like me
Eventually I'ma settle down but for now I'm single
Free to mack in the clubs, show love and mingle
If broads disagree fuck 'em they ain't saying jack
I gotta hundred other bitches across the map

[Intro:]
His unholy mission is to invade and conquer Earth. I have given him most beautiful and deadly weapons for this purpose. We shall conquer Earth and the entire galaxy.
[Verse:]
It's a Demigod with a heater that's robbing a preacher
And drives away bumping In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida
The undefeated since a fetus is feeble and futile
If you were to ever try to fuck with a man with a fetish for voodoo
The Vatican burner packing a burner
Bird-slapper purse-snatcher hearse-jacker
I jog and the Earth fractures in fractions of seconds
The weapons I'm packing are popping
When I run up rocking the mask like I'm Batman and robbing
Shut the fuck up, you ain't half as bad as Chad
I'm the future with the fury, I'm Medusa on the rag
I'm from Assholeville, middle finger on the flag
Eight heads in a duffel bag and my jeans are sagged
So Merry Christmas bitches, I'm about my business
I'm Lucifer with the brains of a nuclear physicist
You say you get bitches but that is ridiculous
Been with your girl for years and still can't find her clitoris
I'm stupid as a? type of vibe
Sometimes forget rhymes like Lupe did with Tribe
Won't lie, I'm real fucked up inside
And there's no where to run to, there's no where to hide
And I could never ever give these little bitches affection
Half of my exes are probably living in witness protection
This girl from Connecticut now is considered a Texan
Got bagged with a bag trying to smuggle my TECs in
I'm reckless, reaching for your girlfriend's breastesses
Rapper slash face snatching necks or necklaces
Effortless, what more could y'all expect from this?
Ap is a motherfucking rap perfectionist
Fly hoody pussy getter, nobody does it better
Yell at em like Eddie Vedder
Venom spewing from every letter
Written in my rhymes shit I rip it every time
Did it, hit it, sipping Glenfiddich, fuck wine
Fiddle with her titties, get her digits if time permits
Overload your brain with data, blow your circuits
Atta boy, up and at 'em, there's rappers to destroy
Bombs deployed? I'm something you can't avoid
I'm a droid, I'm a Druid, I'm stupid, I'm your boy
I'm the fluid in your veins that pop on steroids
I'm a motherfucking menace, backhand hoes like tennis
Have her sucking on my penis get her wetter than Venice
And if you've never heard a perfect verse I'll show you what a ten is
Just open up a notebook and point me to where the pen is
Your famous last words will be Ap's so I'll

[Apathy:]
Yeah, we'll do the old school shit for 'em
Do I love you? Do I lust for you?
Am I sinner cause I do them too?
Would you let me know, right now please?
Is it true love?
I wanna find a perfect mate who know about "The Purple Tape"
A lot of bitches perpetrate, imper-per-per-per-personating
Something that's real, something that's raw
Something that the neighbours can hear right through their walls
John Lennon and Yoko, Jesus and Mary Magdalene
Something very passionate, love you like I loved my starter jacket
Back in sixth grade, walked with a switch and got a switch blade
A badass chick can turn your badass bitch-made
I want a "Gangsta Bitch" like Apache says
Who raps like Lauryn Hill did on "Nappy Heads"
And fuck wearing lingerie, I be tearing you out of it
Put my tongue in your pussy and speak the Arabic alphabet
Better watch out, addictive as a sort of new drug
You better look out, I'm on the corner pumping "True Love"
So be true, they can go just as quick as they come
Don't ever try to play me out hun, cause I ain't the one
This is dedicated to you just for the love of it
Not that radio R&B;, I really can't fuck with it
All my old school shit, no you can't have it
But when it gets cold, I'll let you wear my jacket
Still kind of immature, I'll call your ex-man a faggot
Shit he ain't doing nothing anyway, there's no static
In my Cleopatra, even after all of the fights
I might tell you that I'm wrong even though I was right
That's true love
[Phonte:]
Uh, aiyyo I used to have this Hip Hop chick
In the crib rocking T-shirt and her flip-flop shit
Had the sweetest little smile that would shine so fine
And plus she knew the whole "Illmatic" line for line
As I think back I guess she was just tryna find
Herself and her wealth with all the beats and rhymes
I used to pull up to the side real close and say "Baby
It's cool to love rap but don't forget to be a lady"
I tried to buy her heels, all she wanted was dunks
Tried to get her manicures but she was not copping
Took her to the club so we could do our slow dance
And they played Marvin Gaye and her ass start pop-locking
Aww, didn't have time to play with it
So I just went the other way with it, got this all pretty hoe
I mean this high maintenance "Sex in the City" hoe
All the time borderline, Raphael Saadiddy hoe
So I'm chilling with this fashionista
Watching VH1 Soul on the couch lamping
They close "Slam" by Onyx and she asked
"Ay baby, when did the guy from Moesha start rapping? "
Man, a nigga could've fell through the floor
But it was right then and there when I solved the riddle
My women can't be a head, but she ain't gotta be a airhead
Just love Hip Hop and meet me somewhere in the middle

[Rise:]
Rise Apathy C-Rayz Walz and Celph Titled
[Verse 1: Rise]
So stuck up you could see my head from 9 blocks
Keep my rhymes locked in a metal safe with time locks
Waitin for a thief and we've been training for weeks
By shootin pimples off a flies cheek at 800 feet
Don't do it cuz if I get all mad and pissed
You couldn't be saved if cops came and formatted this
Access 360 no face in my camp
And when it's all said and done I'll have my face on a stamp
I recycle old verses if I think nobody's heard it
In this rap game I'm nobody (Why?) Nobody's perfect
Once I come out rappers are droppin in piles
Labels will only sign your ass if you copy my style
There's a lot of wack niggas and it's only gettin wierder
Get your CD's for free and only use em as a mirror
[Verse 2: Apathy]
Yo Yo Yo Check this shit
When I be spittin raps rippin wax gats start clickin back
Chickens act frickin wack backstage lickin sacs
Suckin nuts fuckin sluts up in butts bustin up
Jealous rappers runnin up but they need to toughen up
Master into battling one batter in your calvary
Apathy is actually the baddest in this galaxy
Critical the pinnacle of lyrically invincible
Your pitiful epitomy of common minor syllable
Rap style's fragile stack you into wack piles
Nobody wants your shit like a used crack vial
Understand this and only this I'm dissin ya writtens
And if ya pissed we could take it up with our fists
Cuz I be rippin wack foes with wack flows new assholes
Punch out foes with flows like Glass Joes
Fast or slow pick apart those like afros
Rip ya face up like space from black holes
I mack dips stack chips fuck gat clips
Ap rips phat shit when I spit rap scripts
Rockin microphone chrome leavin bones broke
Ya'll are played out like Tone Loc
Ap's no joke!
[Verse 3: Celph Titled]
This is history in the making better get your camcorder tuned
You couldn't move me driving a U-Haul through a transporter room
You have a quarter to 12.5 seconds
I'm that out of order goon that'll transform to a monsoon
This Cuban nigga runs through rappers with the one two
With my guns drew so what the fuck you gonna do
When I be sonning cats with my futha muckin stunning raps
In fact I'll fuck ya bitch in the back of the ass crack
And bust a nut in that (Urgh)
You get no receipt when all sales are final
I'll leave you (b-side/beside) yourself
like the other side of the vinyl
They call me Celph Titled cause no words describe me
I stomp through your project with the calvary behind me
Honestly the day ya wax is in stores taking residence
Is the day we see a female black homosexual president
Ju talkin shit to me I put the slug in ya face
Attach razors to my shoes so I could cut to the chase
You couldn't drop knowledge if you through an encyclopedia off a cliff
I grab my rifle load the clip and scratch you off my list
The illest nigga to walk the planet how do I know this
Cuz I got sent to Hell but they kicked me out because I froze it
[Verse 4: C-Rayz Walz]
I write rhymes on toilet tissue lyrics tear ya ass up
You drop wack shit the only reason you pass butt
I write dope with Heroin pens take it in the vein
I scream UNO!!! just to put one in ya brain
Your a dumb fuck like retarded group sex
I skip the line then ask who's next
Cut ya ears off and asked if you heard me
Cuz your not worthy like James without the Laker jersey
Word be I'm off the wall like an ugly portrait
Like a blind referee I can't call it
You got asshole lips you might as well talk shit
Cuz you can't play me I'm like a broke walkman
Dungeon and Dragon flames cooked ya brain
I diss all wack rappers cuz ya'll look the same
Ace Lover would say OOOHHH Hell No
I shoot you in the foot just to give you shell toes
I damage ya take ya stamina
Give you dynamite implants you'll have explosive character
I stab you in ya left eye make you see how i write
You pussy don't sleep on me without ya night light
Fuck the bedbugs I don't want ya chick to bite
I'm the only Superman that smokes Kryptonite
I wiled on tracks and make wack rappers stop
You couldnt cum on time if you jerked off in front of clocks

[Verse 1:]
The bigger they come, the harder they fall
When egos are big, the people are small
Pitiful, minuscule, nothing at all
No matter the money, they all wanna ball
Rock the clothes, the hoes'll jock
And drop some dough so hoes'll watch
Like "look at me, look at me," so insecure
Buggin' when Gucci don't go with Dior
Didn't get love? Run to the store
Get in the club, run to the floor
But never expect to find me there
With metro boys, with messy hair, it's...
The beautiful stars, beautiful cars, beautiful way of life, it's...
The beautiful house, beautiful spouse, beautiful seems so priceless
The beautiful bitches, beautiful riches, beautiful fascination
With beautiful evil, beautiful people, beautiful fabrication
[Chorus:]
Hey little girl, think you're so damn cute?
Tell me..."What do you see?"
Tell me..."What do you see?"
Hey Mr. Trendy, in your fancy suit
Tell me..."What do you see?"
Tell me..."What do you see?"
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
Don't wanna be 'em
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
Don't wanna see 'em
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
Don't wanna hear 'em
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
Fuck them
[Verse 2:]
Gellin' their hair, preparin' their make up
Beauty is not in their genetic make up
Watch it on TV, Apathy knows
The way they configure reality shows
Don't need to be psychic, with mental telepathy
To understand how they sweatin' celebrities
Watch and learn, prepare the children
Ashton Kutcher, Paris Hilton
Stand on stage and stare at billions
Break their hearts, they're resilient
Seen through the eyes of Jessica Simpson
Beautiful people are better at living
The beautiful way that they run from the camera
Complainin' they "Oh so stressed out"
The beautiful way they forgot where they came from
Then get upset, when they left out
The beautiful bitches, beautiful riches, beautiful fascination
With beautiful people, beautiful evil, beautiful bash your face in
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Beauty's only skin deep, scrape away that thin sheet
Poppin that shit, like your shit never stink and I'll turn you into mince meat
Open up that magazine, US Weekly, People Teen
Popular people, the pompous and evil, abominable, I'm a fashion fiend
Tannin' booths, fancy suits, hairy boots, very cute
Say we let go, 80's retro, bitches tryin' to make me metro
Love their little recipe, to look like a celebrity
With tiny dogs and tiny clothes they use as an accessory, it's...
The beautiful girls, beautiful world, beautiful ass and curves and...
The beautiful flesh, beautiful chest, beautiful plastic surgeon
The beautiful science, beautiful diets, beautiful fluctuation
The beautiful bods, beautiful gods, beautiful "suck your waist in"

[Chorus:]
Stop what ya doin cause I'm about to ruin
The image and the style that you're used to
Cause I'm about to ruin
The image and the style that you're used to
[Verse 1:]
I got an appetite for destruction, Ap is back
Murder beats, get hoes, there's an app for that
Grab the battle axe jack [?] pink Cadillac (Sissy)
I'm a Garbage Pail Kid doing the cabbage patch
Play chief, get shot with a stray arrow
You suckers imitate more rappers than Jay Pharoah
Rocking gay apparel, them jeans'll make you sterile
I'm steady stocking that ammo and cocking a double-barrel
Rock the show hard as an army of Viking warriors
Storming your little village then pillage till we victorious
Stories of us painted on the walls of caves
An image of your bitch sucking on my balls for days
I'm like Genghis Khan on the back of a horse
Or Billy Joel with a bottle of Jack on the dash of the Porsche
Blast with a force of Soviet rockets in cold wars
You on tour bagging whores with cold sores
[?] wisdom fuck bitches to the rhythm
I'm hard as nuclear fission, a student of pugilism
Which means Ap will rock your motherfucking head off
I'm logical as Spock, drink vodka like Chekov
[Chorus:]
Stop what ya doin cause I'm about to ruin
The image and the style that you're used to
Cause I'm about to ruin
The image and the style that you're used to
[Verse 2:]
Pirate mentality, teeth holding the knife in place
Meet me on a rap tour and a raptor might bite your face
And what will happen is you'll get shipped down in packages
Thank God I keep the meat tenderizer in my cabinet
But truthfully my vision varies
I got from a visionary to a vicious leader of killer militaries
Using old machine guns (why I need better gats?)
These'll still burn holes in motherfuckers like a treasure map
Think that Celph's soft then I'm a just stare at y'all
Cause I'm Cyclops and yes the sunglasses are off
So get a bulletproof armour suit and chin guard
Army surplus galore, I'm going more than [?]
My prestige is presidential
I'm prevalent when you pressing the pressure preppy I'm prepping my pistol
I cast the pyramid hex that leave you dickheads covered in blood like period sex
[Chorus:]
Stop what ya doin cause I'm about to ruin
The image and the style that you're used to
Cause I'm about to ruin
The image and the style that you're used to
[Verse 3:]
I break through all barriers, trust Ap'll bury you
Nowadays rappers sound like cartoon characters (Hilarious)
Raps I write cover an area with paragraphs are larger than aircraft carriers
Swearing yeah my middle finger express my hand gesture
Fuck you a she-man dresser that dress like Fran Drescher
Cro-Magnon with a crowbar, might eat you
Pro with a Magnum, keep you in check like Nike sneakers
I'm white as wife beaters on white trash on cop shows
Selling stolen Picassos in front of Costcos
This is the Demigodz gospel, I'm holy and hostile
Acidic apocalyptic apostles
Pop those snot-nosed thugs who act
They'll order gun and they afraid to pop the bubble wrap
My gun powder's dusting them
My duns and them is troublesome
My Glock alone is like a foster home cause I be sonning them
[Outro:]
Stop what ya doin cause I'm about to ruin

Demigod Scoundrel and my name is A.P. [x3]
Demigod Scoundrel
Last year, my record company was jumpin me
I wrote "Fuck You" to show they couldn't fuck with me
And I never got dropped but I needed to do something quick
So I'm packin up my bags and I'm jumpin ship
I write rhymes like a pimp, always gettin my dick licked
Bitches sweat my "notebook" more than that chick flick
I'm nice with the rhymes but I'm nicer with the ladies
Leaving "boxers" on the floor like Tyson in the 80s
I'm a D.E.M.I.G.O.D.
Add a Z on the end cause I brought my friends
I'm known to fist fight quick and rock bright white kicks
Steal the show from bigger acts with the white stripe shit
I'm a arrogant fuck that keeps tearin it up
My dicks so big ya chick think I'm wearin a cup
I never ever rock Bapes people think they so hot
Nikes are transformers, Bathing Apes are Go-Bots
But back to the label shit, they not doin nothin
And I'm sick of tellin fans I don't know when it's comin
They just put out Lupe, they sleepin on Saigon

[Chorus: B-Real & Celph Titled]
[B-Real:] Shoot first, ask questions last
[Celph Titled:] Shot gun pump bring a blast from the past
[B-Real:] Shoot first, ask questions last
[Celph Titled:] You better run fast, motherfucker run fast
[B-Real:] Shoot first, ask questions last
[Celph Titled:] Got a nine in the waist, 45 in the stash
[B-Real:] Shoot first, ask questions last
[Celph Titled:] You better run fast, motherfucker run fast
[Verse 1: Apathy]
Just gimme a reason
I'm squeezin', til you stop breathin'
For treason, I got shotguns like duck season
The world's comin' to an end
A.P. with my A.K., me and my little friend
T-minus 10 seconds and I'm (blastin' off)
I'm the I.R.A. with a (Kalashnikov)
This ain't rocket science
It's machine gun math
Cause I'm armed to the teeth, see my heat, when I laugh
I'm the chief on a warpath, fuck knucklin' up
There's a reason why my niece call me "Uncle Buck"
Some cracker went and fucked our whole gene pool up
Look how many white kids, go and shoot their school up
You on X-Box Live shootin' at a dead mutant
In real life, we got more guns than Ted Nugent
My shit bangs, not all of that emcee jive
Fuck an MPC, I got an MP5 and I
[Chorus: B-Real & Celph Titled]
[B-Real:] Shoot first, ask questions last
[Celph Titled:] Shot gun pump bring a blast from the past
[B-Real:] Shoot first, ask questions last
[Celph Titled:] You better run fast, motherfucker run fast
[B-Real:] Shoot first, ask questions last
[Celph Titled:] Got a nine in the waist, 45 in the stash
[B-Real:] Shoot first, ask questions last
[Celph Titled:] You better run fast, motherfucker run fast
[Verse 2: B-Real]
So when I get lifted, I'm gifted
The paradigm shifted, I flipped it
Took an Ap beat, and I ripped it
I ain't Mike
But I'm just like a Thriller... damn
I'm feelin' like I could just kill a man
420 hits, I take money hits
And squeeze triggers, like a Playboy Bunny's tits
I shoot first, get the loot burst
Quicker than a hot slug, comin at ya crew, and I could do worse
You don't wanna see that, leave that
Yeah, I bring the heat to the party, like I DJ brings the beat back
I got a weed sack
You might get high a little
Instead of gun smoke, you might wanna try a little
You wanna buy a little homie, that's a nice try
This ain't Half Baked
I ain't Mr. Nice Guy
My trigger finger's itchy
I think I'm gonna blast
Shoot first ask questions last
[Chorus: B-Real & Celph Titled]
[B-Real:] Shoot first, ask questions last
[Celph Titled:] Shot gun pump bring a blast from the past
[B-Real:] Shoot first, ask questions last
[Celph Titled:] You better run fast, motherfucker run fast
[B-Real:] Shoot first, ask questions last
[Celph Titled:] Got a nine in the waist, 45 in the stash
[B-Real:] Shoot first, ask questions last
[Celph Titled:] You better run fast, motherfucker run fast
[Verse 3: Celph Titled]
Yes sir, I'm back y'all
Let the ratchet attack y'all
Put some dimples in ya face like a Cabbage Patch doll
Nobody I'll as this
I let the bullets talk for me, I'm a ventriloquist
Chase you on the highway with weapons and
That hard stare you had before will turn to panic lookin' for the exit ramp
I'm all of that, and a plate full of pork chops
No morals, I'll turn a day care, into a dope spot
Demigodzilla, my outer shell got special scales
Measure my weight like Killer Whales (You need a special scale)
I get it poppin' fam, take you the promise land
Submerge you under water, couldn't live if you was Aquaman
Bonkers with the barnacles and sharp articles
Skim you limb to limb, down until your bone particles
Comic illustrators
Wanna illustrate us
But ain't enough space to draw my gun in 30 pages
Ahh...
[Chorus: B-Real & Celph Titled]
[B-Real:] Shoot first, ask questions last
[Celph Titled:] Shot gun pump bring a blast from the past
[B-Real:] Shoot first, ask questions last
[Celph Titled:] You better run fast, motherfucker run fast
[B-Real:] Shoot first, ask questions last
[Celph Titled:] Got a nine in the waist, 45 in the stash
[B-Real:] Shoot first, ask questions last

[scratched]
"Rappers are in danger"
[Apathy speaking over scratches]
You're now listening to the sounds of... Apathy
Emilio Lopez... yeah
[Apathy]
I been official since I was sitting in the fetal position
I'm lethal when spitting, a genius getting people to listen
It's deeper than beef and the dissing, I'ma keep the tradition
Of speaking with wisdom, regardless if it's peace or it's fiction
The beat's an addiction, it seeps in my system, it's keeping me living
Whether it's freezing hotter than cooking ki's in the kitchen
You've seen what I get in, come through the speaker and hear them
Until they screaming and twitching, like I was seizure inflicted
Now my rhymes analyzed by policemen's suspicion, release my description
They try to catch me in the street while I'm slipping
They roll up on me, armed to their teeth with their ammunition
But release me when they find a mic's the only heat that I'm gripping
Prophets and philosophers have seen me in visions
In the ??? arisen, like Caesar or Jesus to give them precision with living
With everything from freaking with women to beating the victim
To teach him that biting speech is forbidden
[scratched]
"Rappers are in danger"
[Emilio Lopez]
I bag bitches, bad bitches ??? bitches
And I haven't even begun to stack riches
I sip glasses-es, with actresses, on mattresses
My other hand grabbing their brEasts and asses-es
My whips be the fastest-est, smoke mad s-spliffs
I need to have the chips that build NASA ships
You can't match my wit, you ass, I'm sick
I'm smooth with it, you probably harassing chicks
If I ruled the world, could you imagine this?
Mansions with landing strips, I'm planning this
I'm a smoker, but way more blunts than cancer sticks
If I think she dumb, I don't even answer tricks
No eye contact, strictly ass and tits
I can't love you, ma, not until my status (is) rich
Too impatient to sit through school classes-es
So I dropped out, to take over this rapping shit
[scratched and repeat to fade]
"Rappers are in danger"

Apathy...Atlantic Records
That's what works, baby
You ready to do it? Let's go
Yeah, yeah yo...
I'm old school, like analog opposed to Pro Tools
And blow through your whole crew like Triple-X when he hold tools
The intellect is so cool, I freeze the cerebellum
When I'm blowin' air up in your melon
I'm compared to a felon with an infallible flow
Imagine me rappin' like I wanna hurt you
Worms will tunnel holes through your body then push that dirt through
I'm Jesus with telekinesis, I'm Moses, so focus
I open up the oceans with basic human emotions
I ain't boastin', I'm that bastard that bathes in battery acid
You makin' Apathy mad, and you taken out in a bag
Zip from your cranium to your ankles
I study the radius and the angles
To turn those who oppose into angels with halos
Guitars and harps, my bars are so sharp
Marine biologists study me instead of jaws of sharks
It's too deep, a few sleep like we goin' to nuclear war
Put my CD on sale and see what it do to your store

[Verse 1: Apathy]
I'm on my CT shit, but when ain't I
I've been repping this shit since I was yay high
I'm from heroin town, yeah I was born there
Check the location on my four square, junkies and whores there
Hartford and New Haven's like warfare, these days
Channel three news with the replays, where the body decays
White trash free base, plus we da home of slept on rappers and dj's
Big mike put me up on his tapes, for I'm repping this state, not because I drop hates
And my name holds me, this is just a reminder
From the state where we call subs and heroes grinders
It reminds me of nine five in the pathfinder
Playin Only Built 4 Cuban Linx, or Da Beatminerz
Well the evil deed broke me off lovely, it's ugly
Shout out to all the Uconn huskey's
I'm a CT
[Hook:]
Peace Connecticut, Peace Connecticut
Peace Connecticut, real niggas get shots, Peace Connecticut
Peace Connecticut, Peace Connecticut
Peace Connecticut, real niggas get shots, Peace Connecticut
[Verse 2: Apathy]
Yo, I'm a young man, with an old soul
I'm from where Good Ole Tom will buy your old gold
Shout out to steez-o, peace to duelio
And Chris Webby gettin' buzy in the studio
I'm dough rakin' with my mo'fuckin' spliff and bone
And got my northface on son, it's wicked cold
I'm New England like a mo'fucka', turn turn it up louda'
We export more white powda' than clam chowda'
An epic beast repping streets where they say F police
Sitting in this interview, with my man Kevin Reese
I'm a product of Dock 9, it's classic
In case you didn't know he's Connecticuts Mr. Magic
If you all want problems, here comes trouble
That's why I got Connecticut, tattered above my knuckles
Peace to all my people, chilling in Williwico
And chicks on the metro north, strapped with Kilos and CT
[Hook:]
Peace Connecticut, Peace Connecticut
Peace Connecticut, real niggas get shots, Peace Connecticut
Peace Connecticut, Peace Connecticut

[Chorus: x4]
"Well take it one step at a time"
[Verse 1:]
It's the way that I talk with you, chill with you
Walk with you build with you
Touch you
Hold your hands down when I fuck you
Look at you, right in your eyes when I speak with you
Treat you so sweet but still flip out and beef with you
Your mother's in love with me
When she discusses me, hugs and says, "That's exactly how son should be."
Second by second
Minute by minute
There's no need to rush, if it's real than we'll get it
Don't sweat it, don't force it, you'll push me away
Screamin' and fightin' and beg me to stay
So hour by hour
Day by day
You need to just chill cause there's no other way
[Chorus: x4]
"Well take it one step at a time"
[Verse 2:]
I'm feelin' you, feelin' you, feelin' you
What more can I say?
You stay on my brain like all day
But you need to build trust
You think I'm with hoes?
I'm lettin' you go cause my cell minutes are low
I'm constantly with you
Subconsciously hint to
The fact I'm attached and want to be with you
But you need to relax, there ain't been no mishaps
Addiction to chickens, you think I'll relapse
You love who I kiss you, no issues, won't hit you
That's so unexceptional
Love how you're sexual
Love how you're edible
Love is inevitable
Just keep in mind it's one step at a time
You'll be fine
[Chorus: x4]
"Well take it one step at a time"
[Verse 3:]
It's the way that I laugh with you, smash with you
Stay with you, lay with you
Bang you, pull your hair back when I spank you
Thank you for patiently chillin'
You wait for me, willin'
To stay with me, fillin'
That space for me, gracefully
Cause some girls are chickens, they trippin'
It's I'll how you separate fact from the fiction
It's obvious, no need to rush me, just trust me
We'll go with the flow
Take this shit slow
[Chorus: x4]

[Big Voice] Yo, we're here to break down our science, know'mean?
You know what time it is?
[Lil Voice] Yeah, yeah, I know what time it is
[Big Voice] What time is it, is it coochie time?
[Lil Voice] Nah, nah, it's not Gucci time
It's time to speak the language of demigods
[Big Voice] Yo, Apathy, yo Soul - it's time to hear your business
Step to the mic, baby
[Lil Voice] Bounce with these cats
[Apathy]
Yo, I got a problem with the mic, so I solve it like a man
Grab it by the neck and rock it as hard as I can
From Nike's on my feet, to the mic that I freak
MC's will agree that I'm precise on the beef
Fuck fronting, shut down pacs like game over
Consistently light shit up like chain-smokers
Flex and I melt down flesh like flamethrowers
Fresh is the dooky gold chain Kane showed us
Funny how your honey or your dame came over
When you were out last night, couldn't remain sober
You woke up in the morning with a bad hangover
I woke up, and bang a coocha til the day was over
It's like that, (like what?), like this
Motherfuckers try to dis get put on the hit list
Punch punks like I'm pugilist, yo catch the fist
When I be taking out MC's like dogs that need to piss
[Chorus x4]
Easily I approach, the microphone because I ain't no joke (joke)
[Celph Titled]
On a scale of one to ten, approximately I'm a thousand
Stomp thru your neighborhood, city, or project housing
I am something that you never seen before
Like your grandparents having sex behind close doors
I rhyme like a scavenger that hunts for his prey
And probably kill a dozen rappers and just call it a day
All I need is bitch that'll give me wet dreams
So I can get my rocks off like erosion in streams
I drop science like clumsy professors in auditoriums
And stretch niggas out like a motherfucking accordion
I make you look stupid like cruisin the back
You can cruise in the greyhound and I'll cruise in my jet
I'm impossible to beat like playing tic-tac-toe
Celph Titled is famous for spitting ill rap flows
Yo, me and apathy are like brothers since birth
You catch a bad one and get put under the earth
[Chorus x4]
Easily I approach, the microphone because I ain't no joke (joke)
[Apathy]
Yo, I find your vital organs and put a machete there
Thug type nigga, but bitches say I'm a teddy bear
Al Capone style, bruising your back
Make you an interracial cat, have blue and half black
Block attacks with the raps that I spit on wack
Shit on cats, everything I flip on DAT's
Hits hard like Rocky's spits, cannot be missed
Your God be pissed, now I'm on some Nagasaki shit
And while your at work, I'll feed your bitch a sloppy dick
I got a hard drive, your mans got a floppy dick
The only time you have safe sex and be felt
Is if you jacked off in a car, wearing a seat belt
Your brains melts to mush, your girl felt the rush
Whens Ap's bounce and bust, the pelvic thrusts
Twist your spine, inflict despicable shit through rhymes
Critical, incredible, when crippling your pitiful mind
Pull out my nine and it's party and draw time
You signed the death mantra and bleed between the white lines
Crash the players ball, make the chandelier fall
Choke house guests with hors d'ourves made outta sea floors
And metaphors betta then yours, settle the scores
Leave cats wrapped up in medical gauze
You better applause, your feminism
I'll rip out your skeleton, and now ladies and gentlemens...
[Chorus x4]

[Intro: Apathy - Speaking]
Apathy, Majik Most, Celph Titled
What Demigodz
Mother Molesters
Let's Go
[Verse 1: Apathy]
I kill rappers every day
These labels need to setup a fund
To teach stupid motherfuckers how to get up and run
I ruin careers, take you off of MTV cribs
And put these kids back in the MP3 biz
I match from head to toe, got bread to blow
I don't trick on chicks but get head from hoes
Cause I stay gassin' bitches like Texaco
They deep throat then leave notes with X's and O's
Next to their name, I'm the one the sweat the most
Cause my bread stacks are fatter than Texas Toast
All these heads that are rappers dissect our flows
But they're so far from hot it's like Eskimos
I'm far from a front like trunks in stretch limos
Pop some shit? Nah I don't really sweat my foes
Cause while you sittin' on the phone tryin' to get some shows
Your girls on her way to my crib with extra clothes
[Verse 2: Majik Most]
When Majik screams on the tracks it makes Lil' John sound like a little blonde
I detonate a little bomb; have your face hangin' off of palm trees in your lawn
I'm the Don Wan with Don Johnson jacket's on
With a Buttafuco to pick up your mom
You'll get crammed in your dishwasher with your head jammed in
Dancin' on your corpse playin' Bob Marley Jammin'
Man handle your melon; peel your scalp like a Mandarin
You couldn't be dope if you body-snatched me
Put on Khaki's and sold yourself to black families
I'm in my private shanty with Ashanti's panties
No girl can do me like Kobe, please
In Aspen I'm gettin ass from Claudette Ortiz
Have her crusin' in my room butt naked on some ski's
Come in my log cabin; get your head stabbed in
Fed through a wood chipper, kid what's crackin?
[Verse 3: Celph Titled]
Cause I'm a big shot, that must mean that my shells are huge
And my pencils are puttin' sideburns on your Elvis suit
In 1997 me and Majik Most were sellin' bootlegs
Pimpin' hoes, holdin' a cane with a golden goose head
Now we gettin paid just for makin' the music
Do a track for free?
{"That I'm not gonna be able to do"}
Tappin' broads like I was Savion Glover
I got no seeds nigga cause I'm keepin the babies in the rubber
This one bitch tellin' me she's gonna be havin my daughter
Choked her purple cause the judge gave me a gag order
You fags oughtta get ghost, we sendin back the defects
Your beats sound like C&C; Music Factory rejects
Driving down the Ave. I'm seeing bits of your crew
I can't tell if it's a gay club or Black Eyed Peas video shoot
When I'm droppin' bombs inside your city limits

[Verse 1: Apathy]
I remember in the '90s it was all about forties and blunts
Nas cassettes, Das EFX and Reebok pumps
Punk motherfuckers that were claimin they got tecs
And rockin ski masks like Q-Tip in Hot Sex
Before them underground rappers with complex
When Mobb Deep and Jay still lived in the projects
There wasn't Escalades floodin the streets
It was all about Lexus Coupes and the Jeeps
Yup, what I wouldn't give to see it again
Doin stupid-ass shit, just me and my friends
Like callin up bitches, if (?) got pissed
We'd pop shit cause caller ID didn't exist (Click)
I can still remember dancin to Kane
Every day with Dewayne, LJ and Charmaine
Life's changed, but this is how it be till the end
Still doin dumb shit, just me and my friends
[Chorus:]
(Hey hey hey
Try to take the crew and we don't play play
Say say say) -> Lauryn Hill
It's just me and my friends
(Hey hey hey
Try to take the crew and we don't play play
Say say say)
It's just me and my friends
(Hey hey hey
Try to take the crew and we don't play play
Say say say)
It's just me and my friends
(Hey hey hey
Try to take the crew and we don't play play
Say say say)
(Goin out, just me and my crew) -> Biggie Smalls
[Verse 2: One Two]
Yo, the crew I roll with - cold as hell
We own the streets like OG's own the jails
Mack college bitches, they know us well
But now that I'm 23 I feel old as hell
Suave motherfuckers with the fliest of hoes
Peepin bitches (Yo Ap, keep your eyes on the rooooad)
Nothin's really changed, we work fast on it
Since hats with silver plaques that said 'RAP' on it
Ignorant little punks provokin a fight
Kinda like stickin a pipe through the spokes of your bike
Cruisin down Franklin, tappin the brakes
Hey yo Rube, put that dutch down, we passin the jakes
Spot didn't get hot or jump until we came
A fridge full of forties like Nuthin' But a 'G' Thang
Rap pack of Godz and we willin to pop
And stick together like waffles when they still in the box
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Celph Titled]
You couldn't tell me nothin back in '92 when I was wildin, duke
Rockin British Knights, gold chains and Cross Colors suits
Me and Joey boostin bikes out of front yards
We'd smack you up just for doin nothin, we was dumb hard
Known from Armenia Ave and back down to Egypt
Like in Tampa you either showin your balls or you don't show your face
Strictly Miami Bass hits playin from Disco Rick
And gangsta shit from the Geto Boys, they minds was playin tricks
We used to load up at Manuel's then
And launch bottle rockets at people's houses until we'd burn our hands
I gotta manage the jam, I remember like, "Damn
I'm so proud to be a hip-hop fan"
Started makin beats and writin raps, that's when the bug got in me
Flipped out when my man [Name] pulled an armed robbery
I ain't seen him since he went to prison, wonder how he's livin
Heard he's out the pen, so one love to you my old friend

[Chorus:]
I'm gonna make alotta money then I'm gonna quit this crazy scene
I'm gonna make alotta money then I'm gonna quit this crazy scene
[Verse 1:]
I'm a make alotta friends and I'm a make alotta foes
I'm a make alotta songs and I'm a make alotta dough
I'm a make a lot of kids angry when I let em know
That I'm a quit rapping if they don't support it anymore
They ain't buying records but they coming to my shows
Cause they can't download a performance or buy clothes
You sucker motherfucker, I hope you decompose
Hope somebody make you work for free then see how it goes
I'm a make alotta paper then quit this crazy scene
Used to read articles in the Source magazine
No matter what, nothing ever fucked with my dream
Till I had to grow up and then it fucked with my cream
All that glitters not gold it would seem
I got props from Rakim, got props from Preme
But props don't pay my bills or fill stomachs
So either I'm a make some money or say fuck it
[Chorus:]
I'm gonna make alotta money then I'm gonna quit this crazy scene
I'm gonna make alotta money then I'm gonna quit this crazy scene
[Verse 2:]
Shout out to the DJs who used to carry mad heavy crates
Rocked parties, paid dues and became heavyweights
Then along came these vultures not half as nice
But they got Serato and charged clubs half the price
Fucking up the dude who spent half his life
Studying the techniques and made the sacrifice
Then celebrities get paid to play their iPod
Sounding like a trainwreck (oh my god)
I'm a student like a mutant at Xavier schools
Did my homework, paid dues, obeyed the rules
So I'm a make alotta money cause it's never guaranteed
It's not about greed, it's just trying to succeed
I live, eat, sleep, breathe, and bleed
Rap shit, that's it, it's really all I need
I just wanna pay bills, maybe have a couple seeds
Get money, green, cheddar, cream, paper, dough, cheese
[Outro:]
I'm gonna make alotta money then I'm gonna quit this crazy scene
I'm gonna make alotta money then I'm gonna quit this crazy scene
I'm gonna make alotta money then I'm gonna quit this crazy scene
I'm gonna make alotta money then I'm gonna quit this crazy scene
I'm gonna make alotta money then I'm gonna quit this crazy scene

[Apathy]
I'll make you motherfuckers break out like soda and grease
Devoted to speech and how it flows over the beats
We're rollin' deep holdin' heat like the code of the streets
Reloadin' my piece while faggot rappers go to police
Yo I use more force than even Yoda can teach
Try to counter my opponents but the total decreased
Flows released until every last foe is deceased
Build a throne from the bones of the bogus and weak
So if you ever pickup a mic to beef or to diss
You'll cease to exist before the metal reaches your lips
The reason is this: picture gettin' Jesus to spit
Multiply by six and you'll get me when I flip
Walk exotic beaches with bitches who fiend for the dick
They get exotic, freaky, and viscous, and eager to lick
Let my foes roll deep, bring toast to the beef
Fuck bullets, I could catch lightening bolts in my teeth
It's Apathy, the baddest rapper with the mentality
That's as savage as survivors of a nuclear disaster
Aftermath's as massive as asteroid crashes
Frontin' like your bad when half your boys passive
I pass that six-way shit, play slick
I'll be up inside your nose on some switchblade shit
Writing (?) style motherfuckers better be listening
I start spittin' and leave your brain like Jessica Simpson
Fresh in the flesh, now-a-days I'm better at pimpin'
Gettin' every single chicken, tryin' every single position
I'm top seated
Burn your stomach lining like there's crack rocks in your pocket and
You see the cops heated
Cannot be defeated
It's not an option I treat it like it's pussy, get it poppin' anytime
That I need it
If a bitch ain't wifey and she like me or I beat it
Then she's likely to describe me as being slightly conceited
The type to type your number in my phone and then delete it
Leave it alone, if you ain't givin' me dome then I don't need it
I got kinky hoes in skimpy clothes

[Intro: Apathy (Celph Titled)]
Ya see...(What's cracka-latin'?)
There's one thing you need to understand (And what's that?)
Demigodz (Uh-huh)...are the most prestigious (Oh, no question)
When Apathy approaches the throne (Word up, yeah)
All hail Caesar (You heard?)
(Curt Cazal on the motherfuckin' track)
(Apathetic and Celph Titled, we gon' do it like this)
[Chorus: Celph Titled]
Y'all niggaz wanna be thugs with nothin' to say?
(Y'all ain't good enough)
We takin' ya pay
(Y'all ain't good enough)
Get outta my way
(Y'all ain't good enough)
Y'all niggaz wanna be pimps, can't get no ass?
(Y'all ain't good enough)
Your trick and your cash
(Y'all ain't good enough)
We movin' in fast
(Y'all ain't good enough)
[Verse 1: Apathy]
I'm liver than Thai weed for freaks, drive high speed through streets
I could freestyle for weeks if they bangin' the beats
I never sweat the opposition, my position is locked
Different chickens are switchin' positions when lickin' the cock
When hittin' skirts, I don't even need to drop a written verse
Freestyle and have her legs open wide like givin' birth
Don't let me start, 'cause I'll finish 'em off
Like you tried to play Tiger Woods in miniature golf
Admit it, you lost, the minute you crossed the first tee
Verse me? Rappers, the strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me
Y'all better dress in a Kevlar suit
'Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes' group
And I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused
Then ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth
When I write, it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out
When you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Celph Titled]
It ain't a motherfucka rappin' like this, clappin' the fifth
They'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip
I spit but really never got nothin' to say
Every verse consist of curse words and plenty of gun spray
But I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows
You probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes
Try to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit
While we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits
We on some shit, throwin' banquets at $10,000 a plate
Your girl's been over for hours, it's late
Time to...take her home, so we skate from the Chrome...Depot
In high school, they used to call me Chico
Back in '93, I was shakin' parties up
Lickin' off uzi clips in the air
puttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa
Gangsta you're not, let me discuss
I think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Apathy]
You're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair
I'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there
Prepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around
I'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground
I'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks
Why the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop
The reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain
Hurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range
Strange, eerie sounds under beds at night
Make heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes
I'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes
Nagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki
Nobody can stop me on my path of destruction
You rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction
You said you're large but you couldn't get a small part
In a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts

(Yo man, aiyyo man)
Aiyyo, aiyyo where the fuck is my Gummy Beary juice at man?
Where the fuck is my Gummy Bear y juice at first of all man?
(I don't know son)
(Niggaz came over they was bouncin here there and everywhere)
(Shit just came up missin)
Yo what the fuck that gotta do with my shit man?
How the fuck you ain't gon' have my shit and I left it in your fridge?
{Aiyyo-yo-yo-yo-yo, aiyyo}
{Aiyyo Tommy just got stomped the fuck out son}
{Dupe igged on him, mad 'dros just came through man}
{Stomped a nigga out man, the nigga layin there}
{All KINDS of Gummy Beary juices comin from the nigga God}
(Easy, easy, easy)
Yo fuck that, I'm comin to get my Gummy Beary juice man
Fuck that~! (Easy kid, is he dead?)
[Tchk] Is he dead? What the fuck you mean is he dead?
Nigga layin there like a newborn fuckin bear

[Hook:]
Well well well well well weeelllll
Hey yay ayyyyyyy ya ya
[Celph Titled:]
You better know now or know how
We so foul and profound
Blowouts, CD's sold out, the illest no doubt
When "Celph Titled" roll out, immaculate respect
"Uzi's" and "Tek's" protect your neck with a teflon turtleneck
Bitch there ain't a diesel cat that could face me
You don't really want to run your mouth and make me
Summon the gods with my mystery chant
And perform the running-man for my victory dance
Murder motherfuckers mostly over money with guns to they tummies
Hollow-tips that leave you stiffer than a mannequin dummy
Record a demo while the "Demigodz" make new songs
Your better off running the triathalon with parachutes on
A real bug-nigga, and that's how I'm better known
You make beats, I'd rather rhyme to a metronome
Other crews got ego's but can't floss right
I'll run them over have em' smoking the exhaust pipe
[Hook:]
Well well well well well weeelllll
Hey yay ayyyyyyy ya ya
[Rise:]
Already proved that all my rhymes are wicked enough
They sleep when you on the mic your fucking "Jigglypuff"
A big kid jail-fuck, I don't want to grow up
And I don't care what he says yo he can suck a know what
I'm bigger than that, smile when you kicking my raps
Have converstions with your girl while she sits on my lap
Yo stop talking about they girls man it's starting to get old
Well, um, no tell they girls to stop leaving they clothes
The reason I flow, is not to just get us indoors
Pops in barber shops like my son is better than yours
Cause and effect, "Rise" is the effect and the cause
All those who came before I just perfected they flaws
Perfect with clause I have to be look at my town
Neglecting the laws of gravity, I'm not coming down
There's cops on the ground, that look like dots on a map
From the level of where I'm at when I'm dropping, you whack
[Hook:]
Well well well well well weeelllll
Hey yay ayyyyyyy ya ya
[Esoteric:]
I rock rhymes that blow ends, drop lines like gold friends
Pull dimes that start trends, while your trying to make amends
Your girls be like you want it, all fives and no tens
Actually the wrong one, you bust with small guns
I look like an MC who murders the spot
Like "Derek Jeter" looks like a smaller version of "The Rock"
Bitch please, I never ever met a dick-tease
I'm so cool that when I spit free's my spit freeze
"Old Yeller", I'm known to leave a fella
With more cuts and scratches than the "Shook One's" acapella
You want to fuck around with "Esoteric"
And blown on some bullshit like working-dice-credit
When rappers try, they usually step and die
Then MC's get the message like a number I don't recognize
Your call her back, pop minds they hear me freestyle
And spend the next seven days hittin' redial
[Hook:]
Well well well well well weeelllll
Hey yay ayyyyyyy ya ya
[Apathy:]
I keep the planet under my spell, under my reign
I stay on tracks, while thrwoing rappers under the train
I'm numbing your brain, stunning you while tonguing your dame
I appreciate her, everything that's under her brain
When reciting it's lighting with thunder and rain
A "Demigod" that's beyond your small blundering brains
Fortunate fame, really it's just one in the same
That I obtain while your still a bum begging for change
Trying to front like your new and really nothing has changed
You ain't underground, your locked in a dungeon with chains
Your not a thug cause' you rock your little "Lugz" and a chain
I'm a slug, nah fuck that, I'm double the pain
Your hussling game is lame, couple bucks and a name
Maybe some buckets of champagne with sluts in the range
I'll fuck with your brain and flex so your muscles are strained
Until your nothing but a punk clutching crutches and canes
[Hook:]
Well well well well well weeelllll
Hey yay ayyyyyyy ya ya

[Verse 1:]
A young girl travelling late at night could pay the price, taped up and sliced
In the Nevada desert God ain't present, pray for your life
That's what he told her as the seatbelt clicked and the car peeled out
She's creeped out but they're moving too fast to leap out
He peeped out her hitching on the side of the highway
He pulled over, "Hey, looks like you're going my way."
A pretty young thing, probably in her early twenties
He was closer to fifty playing some song by Eddie Money
Told her, "Relax, this ain't the first time I've done this.
I'll just make it hurt more if you try to run, bitch ."
The radio was silent, almost seemed unbelievable
You could hear the rocks from the road spray under the vehicle
And he never would've guessed, how could he have guessed?
He felt a sharp pain as the knife entered his chest
He slammed on the brakes, looked up at her face
She seemed turned on with blood all over the place
She straddled on his lap, pulled the knife back
The flood of warm blood then his body relaxed
Cause when a killer kills a killer and reality's disrupted
The victim's not a victim and the hunter is the hunted
[Chorus:]
Did you ever know me? I don't think so
Will you ever know me? I don't think so
But I love what you make me do
I love what you make me do
I love what you make me do
Did you ever know me? I don't think so
Will you ever know me? I don't think so
But I love what you make me do
I love what you make me do
I love what you make me do
[Verse 2:]
Joey was a step-brother, real sick little fucker
Snuck inside her room to touch her, "Kill you if you tell your mother."
Held her underneath the covers
Covered up her mouth to smother any noise
Even let his boys come and fuck her
And little devil boys taking turns
You can almost hear the flames flicker as their souls burn
And he did it to conquer, told her no one wants her
Had no idea he was creating a monster
Tears mixed with blood mixed with sweat mixed with semen
Is a list of ingredients to grow your own demon
Then late one night out the window she crept
And burned down the house while everybody slept
Then years passed by and the body count rised
But no one suspects the girl with them real pretty eyes
Till on a lonely stretch of highway in the desert
You can hear her singing like an old record
[Chorus]

[Verse 1: Emilio Lopez]
E to the m-I, l-I-o
Got snakes all around, so I tell my hoes
That they can't be around when I sell my blow
'Cause distraction's a bad thing, hell, I know
If I slack, get clapped, off to hell I go
It's like I got a sixth sense, I can smell my foes
It ain't hard to tell, they know damn well that I'll blow
Inhale my dough and never have to sell my soul
At any time they can drop dime and set my bail
And instead of the gym, I'm doin' sets in jail
It don't matter what I do, I don't expect to fail
Don't stress, ignite (Inhaaale)
Let the weed smoke invade my lungs
Every day I pray the dumb won't ever make me blaze my guns
While I'm on the road to chase the funds
I sip slow and taste the rum, until the point my face is numb
[Verse 2: Apathy]
I remember warmer weather, but this winter got me thinkin'
What's the point of stayin' broke and stay afloat and steady sinkin'
Elec... tricity blinkin', never pimpin'
All my sneakers look cheaper than factory speakers in '70's Lincolns
Unacceptable, the bitches I'm fuckin' are far from beautiful
And pussy I'm pursuin' got me pushin' pharmaceuticals
It's funny how it's motivation
Now I'm throwin' blow up on the stove and soda bakin' in remote locations
I ain't doin' it 'cause rappers do it, I do it for dollars
And distribute it to students who move it throughout they college
Got cokehead bitches who be fuckin' me, right?
'Cause I hit 'em off with blow so they can study all night
But I need to slow it down, 'cause my name's goin' round
And the hate is goin' round, and my face is known now
This black cat and three white dudes from a frat
Get a gat and get it in they brain that they stickin' Ap
But by now my spot's so hot, the cops always watch
So the second that they step into my door to check if it's locked
Pull down they ski masks and get they weapons cocked
Back door, let 'em deal with the D's, and jet in the drop
[Verse 3: Emilio Lopez]
It's eleven p.m., I'm gettin' my dick sucked by my BM
Got seat car lights, and now I'm at the window peakin'
It's Ap... I thought that we were meetin' on the weekend
I meet him at the door, yo my neighbors ain't sleepin'
So chill... Why you got that heated look on your grill?
Better yet, save the information 'till we in the basement
[Verse 4: Apathy]
Basically, base is too risky, these dudes bein' shifty
Sittin' around, listenin' to 50 and think that they can stick me
My place is gettin' raided, so they'll probably evict me
And these cops are out to get me, gotta think of somethin' quickly
[Verse 5: Emilio Lopez]
Whoa, slow down, don't go losin' your cool
'Cause these cops that ran up in your spot got it confused
They thought it was you, I thought it was too, until you showed up
Tell me, was it kids from the frat that tried to roll up?
[Verse 6: Apathy]
I guess so... I didn't get a good look through the window
But a lot of strange muthafuckas been diggin' for info
We can't go to Rikers, we won't be up in the cyphers
We ain't gang affiliated, ain't nobody gon' like us
[Verse 7: Emilio Lopez (Apathy)]
What's this shit about, "we" and "us"?
Didn't we discuss, if D's should rush, we need to trust?
(Muthafucka, I did everything to handle our biz)
Yo when you jetted from the feds you probably led 'em to my crib!
(What? ! You buggin' the fuck out, put that heat down, dude)
Pssh, you aimin' just the same, put your heat down too

[Intro: Mother - talking]
Alright listen. You got 15 minutes to get ready. You're gonna miss the bus again.
Did you hear me? Well, I got two options for you.
Either you finish school or you find a job and help out around here.
I don't know what you think you're gonna do living like this.
[Chorus: Scratch]
[Crooklyn Dodgers 'Crooklyn':] "I'm feelin' another part of reality"
[Crooklyn Dodgers 'Crooklyn':] "Let's take a sec to think back"
[Verse One]
I'm from places where blacks live a block from the racists
You can go to hood to wood in twenty paces
Casinos and kilos of blow is how we famous
And Raekwon's song "Incarcerated Scarfaces" is CT
860 to 203
Where you can come up pumpin' a few O.Z.'s
Tryin' movin', well respected, duh, you know me
A Doe Raker, always stay around a few O.G.'s
Who push substance
College kids tryin' to cop somethin'
Down at Grattin at the Naval base, hoes stay buzzin'
Run around, stay fuckin', always cheatin' on they husbands
Saw her creepin' at Mohegan even though she said she wasn't
Ask my man Mo
Them younger dudes in New London
Been puffin' on that wet, get upset and start gunnin'
Me and Open Mic used to roll with Zulu in New Haven
Till we build with Alien Nation and made the seperation
That was '96
"Killin' Me Softly" was my shit
I remember Louie flipped when he had a bad trip
Left school my freshman year, plannin' to rap
Thought I was dyin' when I started havin' panic attacks
It's like
[Chorus x2: Scratch]
[Crooklyn Dodgers 'Crooklyn':] "I'm feelin' another part of reality"
[Crooklyn Dodgers 'Crooklyn':] "Let's take a sec to think back"
[Verse 2:]
"I remember"
125th Street in '95
"I remember"
K-Superior taught me to rhyme live
"I remember"
Travelin' to Philly to record with Vinnie
"I remember"
Celph first movin' to New York City
"I remember"
Rock Steady's Anniversary was insane
Beatnuts, Fat Joe, Pun, Big Daddy Kane
Gang Starr, Organized Konfusion, a lot of names
But around '99 everything changed
The Internet blew up
Fans turned to rappers
Rookies swore to God they was microphone masters
Complete metamorphosis, a turn for the worst
I feel like a preacher man and someone burned down my church
Been all over this Earth and now that rap is my work
I don't love it like I used to and that shit hurts
I'm like '88 days
Smooth shit to rock
Gold ropes thick as tomb ships use to dock
It's like
[Chorus x2: Scratch]
[Crooklyn Dodgers 'Crooklyn':] "I'm feelin' another part of reality"
[Crooklyn Dodgers 'Crooklyn':] "Let's take a sec to think back"
[Verse 3:]
"I remember"
Mayday's basement in the summer
"I remember"
Rockin' Hawaii with 8th Wonder
"I remember"
One important thing and it had to be
"I remember"
When my father told me to look up the word apathy
[Outro:]

[Intro: Clip from Lady In The Water]
I tried to tell them about you, I don't know if I did the right thing. I don't know how they're gonna react.
[Verse 1:]
Keep the money coming, keep it so filthy
Keep your brain greedy, that's how this world built me
Picture Genghis Khan, picture Megatron
Now picture BP, picture Exxon
Picture presidents, dead ones, alive ones
Black ones, white ones, devils in their eyes ones
Picture priests, picture the preacher, picture the prophet
Picture popes, picture police with padded pockets
Picture parents in a picture-perfect town with a pinch of pedophilia that tends to sneak around
Think of politicians, they making a killing
And then they wanna turn around and call me a villain?
Picture devils and demons with disguises
Smiling with eyes tatted on their closed eyelids
Picture handshakes that most never notice
The picture's always been there, it's simply how you focus
[Verse 2:]
This ain't trap music, this ain't frat music
It's moshpit shit, get your skull cracked to it
This ain't devil music, it's just the study of
It ain't the murder weapon but it's the bloody glove
This is the thesis to show you who the beast is
The propaganda professors would never teach this
Picture people that will profit off religion
Now picture physicians who profit off certain prescriptions
Picture principals parent-teacher conference
ADHD and all that other nonsense
Psychologists will talk us out of all wisdom
While vaccine shots give children autism
Our community leaders mislead us
With laws that'll take away our 9mm's
Picture men who'll say that they speak for Jesus
I'll believe that shit when Hell freezes
[Verse 3:]
Lifers in the booth, snipers on the roof
Picture military personnel that like to shoot
Picture heroism, fill out your application
Picture terrorism, picture assassination
Picture pistols that pop instantly
Picture silencers that muffle the sound of gunshots efficiently
They say a picture's worth a thousand words
Now picture a thousand pictures of a mushroom cloud about to burst
Picture cloudy skies on the day that Howie died
Picture metal detectors inside Canarsie High
Picture a newborn baby with the gas mask
Picture a New York skyscraper avalanche
A cameraman is kidnapped by the Taliban
Decapitated they sent his head into Pakistan
Picture the gruesome Twit videos and pics
Picture triple-six, picture the villain that live within
[Outro: Clip from Lady In The Water]
A boy in the Midwest of this land will grow up in a home where your book will be on the shelf and spoken of often. He will grow up

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
I'm the American Taliban
I love my weaponary, it's from Japan
If I don't know you, don't converse with me just slap my hand
Or else your forcing me to cock it fucking back in blam
It ain't a loss to me, you soft as fucking bags of sand
I stay with the heavy metal like merciful fate
Until I see the separation of church and the state
They take advantage of dying lives and seldom
So fuck the liars and the lying liars who tell em'
And fuck everybody who say that I'm not on my dean(?)
And fuck the Catholics, supported the Nazi regime
I'm the reason that logic in the philosophers dream
And the reason that I deposit a shot in your splean
And while you worry about the second coming of your Jesus
There's a connection to vaccines and other diseases
They hurtful procedures and use the tools well
That's why they try to keep you from the water fuel cell
I feel like putting a gat to my dome
Cause they faggots and they liars like the Vatican throne
I bring the life into a track like I'm Lazarus Home
So never fuck around with me, I'm a statue of stone
[Verse 2: Apathy]
Digging rings by the moonlight
Walk through mud in new Nikes
Gonna raise my son by the way of the gun; and have him shoot right
Elevate the mental state and take him to new heights
It might not kill him if you drop him from two flights
Breaking down your molecules quicker than transporters
Decepticon, Kublai Khan, conquering transformers
The fourth-quarter quarterback
Got a quarter? Call the coroner and tell em' that
Ten gee's to get the corpses back
Heavy-metal, metamorphic, meditate to slay your tapes
Radical rythem with nuclear raps when it radiates
Fuck loading glock clips, Ap is on some cosmic shit
Aim Cape Canaveral at ya, shoot you with a rocket ship
Shock em' with a shotgun shell
I'm Johnny Rotten as hell
With big business like Sid Vicious on shit cell
You faggot back packers, rap on computers

[Milk-D:] "I-I-I, I-I-I-I, I get the paper so, I don't care"
[Verse 1:]
You ever have a dollar sittin' in your pocket?
Pull it out and take a deeper look at this object
Think of all it's seen, from the jeans of crack fiends
To doctors' Docker pants, stop to glance, see what I mean?
Same dollar bill that's stuffed in a stripper's thong
Could be the same dollar bill that's out shoppin' with your mom
Same dollar bill buyin' drugs for junkies
Is the same dollar bill for your kid's lunch money
Think about it, a dollar bill slips through stores
Everybody's touched one, whether rich or poor
You probably got a dollar in your birthday card before
But days before, it coulda been used to pay for whores
Still can't see it? Let me set you straight
The dollar grandmothers place on collection plates
Politicians roll for blow on Election Day
Hold to their nose until 5-0's investigate
It's underneath pillows when kids lose their teeth
The reason why crews'll beef and lose their teeth
It fuels deceit, breathe it in deep, the dollar's oxygen
Imagine seein' life through the eyes of George Washington
[Chorus: Milk-D samples]
"I get money, money I got"
"I get money"
"I get money, money I got"
"I get the paper so, I don't care"
[Verse 2:]
Handed to a man in the corner store for lottery
Taken from that man in the store in a robbery
Given to some kid on the block for a rock
Which is stacked in the pile and gets rolled up in the knot
Then it's given to a man in a van for a Glock
But that man in the van just got caught by the cops
So it's given to the cops so the man isn't locked
Then the cops split it up so the cash isn't hot
The dollar bill's just a small percentage of the whole
It's better to spend that excess cheddar slow
Keep it very basic, gotta be sure to cover your bases
Pull it from the money clip, a tip for the waitress
The waitress is an actress, she wants to be famous
Her teeth are fucked up, so she goes to get braces
She screams for a taxi, hops in the back seat
The cab has an accident and crashed on the back street
She's flung to the concrete, her purse explodes
Leavin' several single dollar bills scattered in the road
A breeze lifts a dollar in the air where it's blown
In front of a child's home, where she plays alone
Now she walks down the street, happier than before
Ringin' bells on the door when she enters the store
And with a smile from the clerk when the transaction's done
In steps a man with a gun...
[Chorus: Milk-D samples]
"I get money, money I got"
"I get-get, mo-mo-mo-money I got"
"I get money, money I got"

* Way back in the day before the age of gold chains and fat fades
When Zulu Nation was still called the Black Spades
A fetus was formed. A genius was born
Adidas was worn. And pieces of your speakers was torn
I used to fiend for mics like and addict for rocks
The baddest on blocks who'd rock till the static would stop
Herbs beating me with words was absurd
Like traffic cops who cocked semi-automatic Glocks to pop
Stetsosonic was hot. Kwame was not
I wore out the shell tops that copped when Planet Rock dropped
From Ultramag MC's to JB to BDP and KMD I learned to MC
Crumple it up, scratch it out, think it over
Spit it over and over the instrumental to The Bridge Is Over
I was funky, fresh dressed to impress
Got it made with the words that I manifest
You'll never dismantle the best. Give your mandibles a rest
I eat mics I bless like a cannibal with flesh
Still number one like It's KRS
With my whole name written across my chest
And it goes, A for accurate. P for poetry
A for the automatic respect you're showin me
T for the tight lyrics and H cuz shit is hot
And last but not least Y....why not
(hook x4)
With the kicks, snares, kicks and hi hats
Still in the trade of that ol' boom bap
Let's meet up in the Bronx with Cyrus for a meeting
Before he started speaking, they blasted him leaving him bleeding
And everybody running, searching for escape
Twenty years later I'm making moves trying to push a demo tape
And it's relative. This hip hop scene is too negative
Amped up and wild, take a sedative
Back in the past when Grandmaster Flash started to scratch,
They perfected the art of the raps
Taking a part of the wax, make it the heart of the track
Now it's a part of the past. All of it's wack. Fuck lacing a DAT
I'd rather lace my Adidas. The beat is taking it back
To the breaking and graf. Punchlines that made us laugh
Dookie gold chains and four finger rings to match
Mercedes Benz on medallions and Kangol hats
Even Big Daddy Kane had the hoes to sex
Pete Rock and CL Smooth had the pose on the Lex
Tommy Hilfiger, Girbauds and Polo sets
B Boy stance while waiting for your foes to flex
Photos with Gucci airbrush backdrops
Cardboard box on blacktops and the birth of fat spots
Melle had to wonder why he kept from going under
But the strength of hip hop got stronger every summer
*repeat hook
Demigodz... Still in that ol' boom bap
Stronghold...Still in that ol' boom bap
Bronx Science...Still in that ol' boom bap
Magic Most...Still in that ol' boom bap
Dutch Masters...Still in that ol' boom bap
Jedi Mind Tricks...Still in that ol' boom bap
J Zone...Still in that ol' boom bap
The Non Prophets...Still in that ol' boom bap
My man JUICE...Still in that ol' boom bap
Skitzofreniks...Still in that ol' boom bap
Black Panther...Still in that ol' boom bap
Akrobatik...Still in that ol' boom bap
DJ Mex...Still in that ol' boom bap
The Molemen...Still in that ol' boom bap
Eddie Ill and DL...Still in that ol' boom bap

[Hook: x4]
Aiyyo that kid is marvelous
[Verse 1: Apathy]
I'm the alien tongue, you can call me Apathy
Motherfucker's who wanna battle me better have backup batteries
I'm burying Calvary and turn them in to causalities
Then casually spread their dead bodies across the galaxy
You don't wanna get fucked, you better stick with chastity
You got some audacity of even thinkin' of rappin' with me
I automatically tear up the human anatomy
And make you lose phatness like your taking off calories
Philosophy majors couldn't imagine or fathom me
It's heavy like walking on planet's with no gravity
Gradually I'll open up my own academy
Where professors will lecture upon the intellect of Apathy
Now I got groupies grabbin' me, jealous rapper's dreamin' of stabbin' me
Coming to shows and tryin' to blast at me
This bastard be the baddest over a beat
With battery acid in glasses and labeled as incomplete
[Verse 2: Open Mic]
You take back on the rack like a Lex Luger maneuver
You're [?] like Bret Hart and caught the sharpshooter
I'm live like Monday Night in the main event fight
Like I work for Ted Turner, people do what I write
A Million Dollar like Austin Stone Cold
Wrestlin in bed with your woman, put your moms in a sleeper hold
I've been told that I'm the champ of the world
I get more ass than Ric Flair, catch stares from the Nitro Girls
stack like [?], hotter than [?] heat
Like corny gangs, we can have this match in the street
If you knew the deal you would kept it real like Shamrock
Like Shawn Michaels you faggot with your hand on McMahon's cock
Get your ass kicked every week like Vince
And start actin like Sting and never speak
When I cum/come in the ring, like a condom gettin smacked
Knock your ass the fuck out and stamp my logo on your back
[Hook: x4]
Aiyyo that kid is marvelous
[Verse 3: Open Mic]
You wanna battle my crew, you must be smokin' moldy crack
This ain't butt fucking so there'll be no holdin' back
When it's your turn you get burned like whores on Howard Stern
This ain't KRS but it's your turn to learn
I'll have ya stuck in a bad position like hounds screwin'
And when you leave the stage and hear the whole damn crown booin'
While ya playa hatin' when they throw my tape in
Pass the microphone; I'll leave ya bloody like a butcher's apron
Where ya comin' from think that you're nice, I'm tight
You're slower than the second coming of Christ
The Demigodz don't fuck around like (?) prostitutes
And after this hit your gonna know who gots the loot
[Verse 4: Apathy]
I minimize your planets size
My shit is fly like Janet's thigh
I'll throw my pen in the Atlantic and watch the titanic rise
I scan the jungle like a predator with infrared, in my head is mechanic eyes
I fantasize of wives with slanted eyes and a family of samurais
Hold up let me summarize
Apathy is ampin' up the track, turn the beat down
Ya'll are straight bitches like pissin with the seat down
We can get down; we can make the earth go 'round
We can battle your crew and run you out of town
Apathy be crushin' any planet that he stands on
Demigodz are rougher than a sandpaper tampon
[Hook: x4]
Aiyyo that kid is marvelous
Punks beware, girls stop and stare, the sure shot MC's for the affair

[Verse 1: Celph Titled]
I'm an accident just waitin' to happen
Plus i'm an insane muthafucka with a hunger pain,
To be the first blastin
And my gun's a Gatling, forcin' crews to break up
And stickin' up rappers when they walkin' outta Jacobs
I'm on the block with my dogs, walkin you cats
To the depths of Hell, I could have you offed in a snap
Lookin awkward at ya rear view
See my scope peer though?
And hope ya still here to, see your career through
Shoulda seen the bullets racin' in
Now homicide don't know where the shell casings went
Even the finest forensic scientist can't fuck with me
Gettin super ugly with a Ruger right in front of me
Aimin' it at ya mothers tummy
You claim ya carryin' heat? please...
Go finance ya hooptie and you'll find that...
That's the only time you RE-lease
Cuz you ain't never bust a gat, bitch you're bout as ill as a cure
Get my finger near a trigger, i'ma spill it for sure
Fire repetitive shots, leave you beheaded for not...
Respectin' Celph Titled, is you stupid or not?
I came thru wildin' on a murder all mission
And left you fuckin' dead, like a perverted mortician
[chorus cuts]
[Verse 2: Esoteric]
Cats i've assaulted, call me the high exhaulted
Esoterrorist, their cleverest nemesis
I'll forever diss these cats, it's effortless
Sever their wrist, with this disc on the premises
muthafuckas
Journalists said there's none better
You weak creeps read it and weep like love letters
I bring malice
We smash ya palace
Weave past cats like Steve Nash in Dallas
I did ya man a favor by writin' his words
When he didn't have the money that my writin' is worth
Fuck with Esoteric, you go right in a hearse
When you mention dope cats, Seamus Ryan is first
Cuz I keep spittin' heat, till i'm dyin' of thirst
While you try rehearse, you better tighten your verse
Demigodz... labels try to sign us at birth
Just knowin' we could be the finest rhymers on Earth
[Verse 3: Apathy]
I'll rip a whole in the ozone
And leave you suckas spinnin' in space
I'll spit in ya face
To show you how a clitoris taste
At this pace, you bitches'll never finish the race
I'll play the shit from your tapes and make you admit it's a waste
You're always after the cash and after the ass
But you'll only be ashes and gas after the blast
It doesn't matter if ya made of matter or mass
I'm releasin raps so powerful they're shatterin' glass
Put a rapper in a cast from his neck to his toes
Dissectin' my foes... peel away the flesh from the bone
Testin' ya dome, to see if it can take the pressure from blows
That are thrown like small stones in a cyclone
I'm terrible, beatin you faggots
And tearin the beat into fragments
Then eatin rappers...
Like Tarrantulas feedin' habbits
You drop lines, that you fuck hot dimes
But ya cock size will make her eyes roll counter clockwise
I'll crush rhymes with a singular rhyme
If you can't take the weight, it'll injure ya spine
I'm not ill like walkin in the projects with a nine
I'm ill like movin' solid objects with my mind
I was designed by a scientific staff
That studied metaphysics and math
Tryna' develope the perfect paragraph
I'm spittin raps that'll make ya mother laugh
Then travel over water and land, like a hover craft
I raise my staff like Moses
Then open up the oceans,
Till transarent walls of waves are exposin'...
Whales in motion, floatin'...
While deadly tiger sharks are approachin'

[Verse 1: Apathy]
I spit liquid nitrogen, mics are left freezin' cold
MC's explode, exposin' they weakened soul
My speech controls the block like street patrols
I'm a monster who stomps foes and eats 'em whole
In zero degree weather through the sleet and snow for the doe
That's how we do it in the east, ya know?
I'm only a 104 seasons old
But my brain remains locked in the genius mode
Philosophical, brainwaves branch like tree limbs on Tims
Life reflex's off Lexus rims
Expensive things, the necklace and extra rings
Erection sex on X the excessive flings
Somebody notify they next of kin
And tell them to pray to God, God let's them in
A lot of 'em are snakes tryin' to shed their skins
So the friction they bring only helps 'em win
[Chorus: Scratch]
[Nas 'Thief Theme':] "Philosophical gangsta"
[Verse 2: Poison Pen]
I try to use my mind before I use my fist
But I'm a lose my mind if I don't use my fist
You on my grind, I'm a use my clique
Speak only which, oh you useless with loose lips
Hug this strip
It's part of my anatomy
My body, my mind, my soul's a walkin' tragedy
Streetlamps be that umbilical cord
Quart waters, malt liquors, yeah, that's chemical war
I battle through life, tippin' and wheezin'
The blocks is the embryo
It's livin' and breathin'
Vampire thriving off innocents blood
Do my dirt strong arm
Y'all still gettin' mugged
Anyone can pop and run
It ain't always the livest one that's got a gun
Some people gotta think smarter than that
I'm from Bed Stuy
I think harder than that nigga
Think harder than that
[?] 1-2-1-6. Philosophical. Apathy. Poison Pen. Bad Seed. Yeah.
[Chorus: Scratch]
[Nas 'Thief Theme':] "Philosophical gangsta"
[Verse 3: Bad Seed]
Walk with my pants low
Doo rag tied tight
Money in my pocket, yes sir, my minds right
I'm about to start robbin' niggas in the limelight
Hang 'em off them buildings
Drop niggas nine flights
I'm Bad Seed
Nope, I ain't no dancer
I'm a thinkin' thug nigga
"Philosophical gangsta"
Got guns big as [?]
A.J. clips
Run up on you little niggas like, "It's payday bitch! "
Bad Seed don't get many choices
Please doggy
I'm Apathetic, beast, plus my Pen is Poison
Sink shots in your chest make your button up moisten
I ain't around but I still hear y'all voices
Keep talkin' shit y'all gonna hear them noises
I'm 5'9" pop, same height as Royce is
Don't come around with that irrelevant shit
Go to Johnny, the Pope and the vegetable bitch
[Talking: Apathy]
Yeah. Don't just think outside the box. Think outside your blocks
Yo Exact, we're puttin' you on the map with this one
[Chorus: Scratch]

[Intro:]
Smoke weed everyday
I wanna get so high
Smoke weed everyday
Until the day that I die
Smoke weed everyday
[Verse 1:]
She told me I should write a song so she can smoke
And the fact I'm rapping that I don't is an ongoing joke
As she lit and took a toke she choked a little then she spoke
She said she bought so much weed it'll probably make her broke
But life is heavy, bills are big, and bitches always stressing
So she keeps a bag of trees under her panties in her dresser
She looks so fucking sexy with a blunt between her lips
So I always cop her dutches from the store on my trips
And she can tell what kinda shit you smoking by the smell
And music sounds better to her when she's high as hell
She grew up playing Cypress Hill and to the death
She said her last dying breath would be to puff with Meth
The cheeba cheeba queen, super reefer fiend
Marijuana mama, arteries that bleed green
I swear to God and pray she'll never ever get away
Cause she cause she cause she
[Chorus:]
Smoke weed everyday
I wanna get so high
Smoke weed everyday
Until the day that I die
Smoke weed everyday
I wanna get so high
Smoke weed everyday
Until the day that I die
Smoke weed everyday
Until the day that I die
[Verse 2:]
Yeah I'm huffing, I'm chiefing, jumping off the deep end she fiending
Cause I'm off the top when I speak it and she smoke a lot just like me
And we break it down then we roll, we smoke the pot like a stove
Like we cooking but we booking from the cops on the low
Friends be laughing and cracking jokes in the room full of smoke
I keep an O everywhere I go, she know I'm a blow
A couple more of these and we gonna need some snacks from the store
Hey bro-bro, I got the dough-dough, we drinking, don't forget the 4-0s
And the Zig-Zags low-pro, fuck the po-po's
I swing a four door, shit looking like a showboat
And we in high definition, watch your wishes go up in smoke
Like Cheech, I ain't talking about Chong
Be real, I'm sneaking hits from the bong
We know that it's right when everybody say it's wrong
I'm on cloud nine, fuck around and I'm a buy me a farm of that bomb
Wishing Nate Dogg could sing this song, let's go
[Chorus:]
Smoke weed everyday
I wanna get so high
Smoke weed everyday
Until the day that I die
Smoke weed everyday
I wanna get so high
Smoke weed everyday
Until the day that I die
Smoke weed everyday

[Chorus: x2]
Stay strong, stay brave, cradle to the grave
I be splitting like a run-away slave
Since back in the days been trapped in the maze
Now I'm splitting like a run-away slave
[Verse 1:]
I come from the future where the people ain't free
Brainwaves get programmed quicker than circuitry
Certainly this'll make for the perfect story
My microchip a mental blip when they searching for me
They'll probably shoot me in the head but won't hurt my shortie
Cause that's one less person could be working for free
If I go out in a blaze, is it worth the glory?
Is this Heaven or Hell or just purgatory?
I got a number not a name and my mother is the same
No free thoughts, I'm taught to keep nothing in my brain
But the people as a whole, no me, only we
And it's deep within my soul so I'll never be free
When I fight it they don't like it so they send a psychic
To dismantle my mind and rewrite it
It backfired cause they ain't as clever as me
I fight to the death even though I'll never be free
Cause the police police run my brain
Hear em talking in my head and I'm going insane
Things are so fucked up, it'll never be the same
So welcome to the future, ain't you glad you came?
I'm ashamed that my ancestors got so afraid of shit
They let the government wise and form a dictatorship
Working to make the rich richer really make me sick
Economically they got the poor on a slave ship
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
You see I come from the past where I'm paid for with cash
Slave master whoop my ass if work not done fast
Now how the fuck I end up like this?
From living life in my hut with my wife and my kids
Now I'm stuck chained up from my legs to my wrists
On a trip on a ship and the ocean getting motion sick
Praying at the same place I eat and piss
Fuck the saying, I'm really knee-deep in shit now
I'm on a foreign land no longer considered a man
My life stands and any plans the white man commands
We're so damned our minds are programmed
Ain't no if, buts, or I can't, or force their hand
Cause of my race I'm deeply hated for living
But got a lot of love when they're taking and raping our women
My life crazy, it really feel like Christ hate me
I stare at the white lady too long they might hang me
Treated so harsh cause my skin's so dark
Everything so hard, I'm protected by no laws
Life full of bullshit, if I try to flip
I'll probably get lynched or body ripped by a bullwhip
My peoples faced with the same shit for generations
So people breed their seeds off deep hatred

[Apathy:]
I just copped 5 G's from a show, but I'm probably gonna blow it
You'll find me in the Acura driving it like I stole it
You wanna diss like you got a trick up your sleve?
Fuck spittin' you would need my permission just to breathe
It's deep, your girl loves it when I rock to the beat
She probably knows all of my raps backwards in her sleep
I'm that cat bitches follow, I make chicks swallow
Cause I get more head than that ghost in Sleepy Hollow
I got a magical spell as visous as voodoo
You're jealous cause I mack hotter bitches than you do
I'm A-P and if you don't know the rest
Then lift up your girls shirt and read it off her breast
[Rise:]
The rules zipped up and changed when I entered the game
I'm on your fuck you list with checks next to my name
Because a lot of things are true and they all hafta be mentioned
If there's a talented you, he's in a parallel dimension
Where up is down, left is right, and right is wrong
My best is alright and they like the songs
But here, that's not the case, we just laugh when you spit
"A Different World" and I'm the star without the glasses that fit
I'm blastin' my skits and headsets and rappin' my shit
The trains locked, you can't switch so you hafta just bitch
They like, "Yo, when is he done?". I'm the cat that's uninvited
I walked by this MC war and got knighted
Lookin' for the crown they like, "Yo, how the hell he gonna lead?"
Rise, the names unknown so I'ma sell CD's
I like when I play, I always got something to say
Smartaleck, but this smartalecks paid to stay
[Apathy:]
I'm like Johnny Mnemonic, my brain slaps boxes laptops
My mainframes made out of a jet planes black box
I got a exo-skeleton with hydrolic biceps
Hi-tech, move the planet Earth when I flex
I inflict flesh eating acid and anthrax
Trapped in those little air bubbles in my Air Macks
I'm unbreakable when riding on Amtrack
My flows packs more pressure than if the Hoover Dam cracked
You better stand back brace for the impact
Infact my raps make your chranium spin back
I gotta freestyle, when I write the pen snaps
You try to jump on tracks but drop like (?)
I spit as right as Kryptonite, split the mic
Sip electrical currents out of the circuits I'm rippin' to shreds
My tech sprays and the lead ricoshays
to embed sideways in your head until it drips red
[Rise:]
They like, "Yo, fuck that nigga Rise, yo who tells him he's fly?"
So after I rhyme some MC's ain't tellin' my bye
But what can you do to a man who's like rubber to glue
You catch mine and the one you threw stuck on you too
I put something in yours right before it bounced at hurts
And now it feels worse, see? And you threw yours first
This young boy on the mic when he's sayin' his poem
Is Bruce Leeroy like his arms waving and glowing
I say I ripped it when I'm writing and even before I spit this
I don't write words anymore, I draw pictures
And verses are stick figures of these MC's slain
My rhyme books like a bunch of bad hangman games
I forgot what I was doing yo before all this rap
But hey, I'd forget my head if it wasn't attached
It's not hard, it's not a riddle, we know Rise gon' win
Cause my quotables outnumber little lines in your skin
Rhymes that'll singe men go home and binge
And get fatter, hence the rapper and the zone I'm in
I hold it down, cause the kids are sleepin

[Hook x4]
Represent Represent
[Verse 1: Apathy]
As soon as they heard Apathy they tried to pull the batteries out the box
Rapidly drop when they reacted in shocks
They overloaded over-lord of the land, the mortal, the man
Who's sorta like a soldier with a sword in his hand
According to myth, a rapper that was born with a gift
The force of his spit could cause internal organs to shift
In the beginning non believers tried to force him to quit
Ignorin his wit now the suckas orbit his dick
Embracin in clubs fake smilin faces and hugs
Fabricated love all because he's makin a buzz
The snakes who hate went outside waitin wit thugs
To beat you down untill ya shit got traces of blood
Yall are new jacks to rap soundin spacey and bugged
I been spittin since ya mother had to lace up ya lugs
Face it it's over you tryin to move the base of a boulder
With weights on ya shoulders so stand back or wait till ya older
Lil' soldier.. trust me I got ways to control ya
I'm like God to the Devil - Ap is Satan's Jehova
I don't even write raps cause the paper would smoulder
So the flows are never over till I say that they over
[Hook x4]
Represent Represent
[Verse 2: Celph Titled]
They say a way to a man's heart is through his stomach
But I know a shortcut that's through the chest which ain't too far from it
Aint fuckin with cameras but I'm takin breast shots
My Gat bangs while you playin Max Payne on XBOX
Watch the lead chop a couple strands out ya dreadlocks
And send you niggaz J-walkin like you rockin S-dots
Swing midevil swords with lethal force behead ya soldiers
Not talkin soap but these bullets will clean ya head and shoulders
Arms back and torso kneecaps they all go
When we open fire at your little sisters horse show
Celph Titled the Rubix Cuban is shootin through ya roof with Rugers
Jumpin out the sewer in a scuba suit
Fuck with the Godz and fell the agony of hells grip
My niggaz throw grenades the size of Patti LaBelles tits
Rap about artillery but never had no parts of missles
Thought you had a gun but all you had was just a starter pistol
[Hook x4]
Represent Represent
[Verse 3: Motive]
Yo hatin me is only makin me more hungry and anxiously
To get mine and sit by more cake than bakeries
The Godz clique make hits but different from all of these artists
Yall sellin more fake shit than a damn flea market
I see part to most this industry is weak hearted
Yall see beef I'm servin niggaz like a meat market
So keep barkin cause real dogs we bite first
Yall can talk on the mics but in life my knife works
I'm ready for the game is it ready for me?
I done stepped beyond any level you define an MC
See, cats a joke actin like they hustle for cream
Knowin only Coke you push is on a vending machine
Well known and respected Motive hope you never forget it
Heads I embed it with a flow thats energetic
Fuck a vote I been elected
As a new mic weapon with a ill thrill style thats been perfected
Disrespect ya life can end in an instant
These MCs are like dykes act like men but really are bitches
[Hook x4]
Represent y'all, Represent

It must be the hormones they puttin' in the meat she eats
Cause she's bad to the bone marrow make me so weak
Must be a bad dream cause it just don't seem
That a body so mean is on a chick of sixteen
I don't even understand how her ass is so phat
Or the fact that she's allowed outta the house like that
Young girls dressin' like video hoes it kills me
Then after I look I'm supposed to feel guilty?
She knows what she's doin' she can ruin me son
How looks stuck up and sexy when she's chewing that gum
Young girls twist curls in their hair
Flip skirts in the air
Make a stare and it's so unfair
If you wanna go with me I got a see ID
Say that nothin' but the number for shit Chi-Ali
Even if she's like "It's alright I'm in love"
Say "Yeah right, try explainin' that one to the judge"
[Girl:]
I know what you want, but you can't get it
I know what you want, but you can't get it
I know what you want, but you can't get it
Na na na naaa naaaaa You can't get this
I know what you want, but you can't get it
I know what you want, but you can't get it
I know what you want, but you can't get it
Na na na naaa naaaaa You can't get this
I got mothers that are handing me restraining orders
Cause I ain't the father but I'm spankin' daughters
The girls love attention and they havin' a feel day
With the sex appeal and conceilin' their real age
Most of them boast to these older men
And I can't front I want both of the Olsen Twins
I'm not saying that is right I know it's actually wrong
But if you're such a great mom why'd your daughter got a thong
Exposed with tight clothes, quick reality check
Little chicken tryna put hickies on Apathy's neck
Where's your daughter at huh? It's half past twelve
Her and the best friend ain't pickin' up they cells
[Girl:]
Yeah I can't pick up my cell right now
I'm kinda busy but if you leave a message I'll get back to you
I know what you want, but you can't get it
I know what you want, but you can't get it
I know what you want, but you can't get it
Na na na naaa naaaaa You can't get this.
I know what you want, but you can't get it
I know what you want, but you can't get it
I know what you want, but you can't get it
Na na na naaa naaaaa You can't get this.
This is a lesson for everybody so listen pay attention
It's tempting the sexual tension is intense
And to top it off girls got dads and older brothers
That are bad mothafuckas
That'll grab us and cut us it's crazy
Find you in they daughter's bed with no shirt
Doin' the homework and all you can say is "Don't hurt! "
The girls lure you in the black widow's
Then you'll probably never see the world again
Get yourself together break the hypnotic spell
The body and the booty on this bad little bitch is exotic as hell
My advice before things jump off just dead it
They know what you want and you just might get it
[Girl:]
I know what you want, but you can't get it
I know what you want, but you can't get it
I know what you want, but you can't get it
Na na na naaa naaaaa You can't get this.
I know what you want, but you can't get it
I know what you want, but you can't get it
I know what you want, but you can't get it

[Apathy:]
Ap ain't merciful
Shoot up your convertible
Lay your body flat while your soul goes vertical
Versatile, impossible to pigeon hole
Gettin' doe, spittin' flows
From complex text to pimpin' hoes
That's why your girlfriend feel me man
It's alarmin' how charmin' I really am
Got a glock that'll Rock like a Band
So this gun in my right hand is named Steely Dan
Steal the show, steal hoes, steal your fans
Steal my flow?
We'll hang you from ceiling fans
Your little hoe tryin' to front like she's hard to get off?
Tell that finger lickin' chicken bring the barbecue sauce
[Motive:]
Ayo I stay clean Rake Doe, lay low with a full clip
My yayo fiends on payroll get smacked over bullshit
Motive, notice I never fall victim to no one
The truth that'll fuck tracks in the booth with a Trojan
Respect due cause whole crew, is professionals
Quickly show a nigga what a knife in the chest will do
While y'all front, still spittin' the same
The only time y'all kill somethin' is on a video game
Cause any beef we're gonna ride at all cost
Have you shot in your cars
Have you sittin' +Sideways+ like Paul Wall
Chopped and Screwed up, cause you niggas do suck
That's why your girls chained to our sticks like nunchucks
[Ryu:]
You got a death wish I'm the Fresh Prince of tech clips
You gotta respect it
The west died I came in
Resurrected the west side like Game did
You ain't shit
I came with a gang that's brain dead
And walk around talkin' to they selves like Rain Man
My game plan is thick
Your dames on my dick
All my girlfriends got name tags that all say "Bitch"
Y'all can't really spit
Rip tracks, I spit crack
Click chrome and finish off cliques like six packs
S.O.B./be the first sucker to mouth off
I call Celph up tell him to bring me the cow prod
And that's all
(AND THAT'S ALL!)
[Celph Titled:]
Don't ask me for nothin'
Ask me for somethin'
Mega-Ton bombs strapped to my chest
Don't even ask if I'm buggin'
Warlord from the dark star
All my dogs bark paw
Talk hard and get hit by a parked car
Swimmin' where the sharks are
Yes I'm one guy
That won't speak when I'm holdin' heat cause I'm gun shy
You're damn right that I'm a studio gangster
Bring the Mac-11 to your mix down and shoot the place up
Your bitch get face fucked
Bustin' on her Clairol
Deep throatin' so far she coughin' up hairballs
Disregard the law
Fuck a gun ban
I got a group of musicians with AKs that's my gun band
[Chorus:]
See it's like that y'all (that y'all)
That y'all (that y'all) [x6]
And that's all!
[Tak:]
You know me homie I'm a tax a million cats
Till they can't rap
Get the cash that feelin' 'em yeah
They call him Tak with a glass of Guinness
To rock city blocks
And bringin' 'em +Back To The Grill+ again
The Demi-G.O.D.s
We take 'em a little higher
Than California bud when we smoke trees
Tryin' to walk is like Calypso with broke knees
With half of your body slain with your brain in your goatee
Oww, that's on S.O.B.
Plus I carry a knife cause I'm a sick dope fiend
Got 'em panickin', damn it cause the bandit has spoken
Yeah, it don't take much to bust a cantaloupe open
Bitch