[Intro: Apathy] Uh oh, y'all know what that means U ready to get into it? Let's Go!
[Verse 1: Apathy] My game is air tight, I can dick down dikes I'm the flyest thing that's white since uptown Nike's Wanna joke around, tryin' to diss, thinkin' it's fresh? I'll hit u til' your legs embedded an inch in your chest U better bow down this season, nobody's iller than Apathy Beings in different galaxies will name their children after me Sidewalk's crack when I'm steppin on the street I ain't standin on the planet, it's restin on my feet The pimp, player, the hustler, rolled into one Breathin air into my lungs is like loading a gun Fuck around, yo, I'll have bigger problems in dressin up as bin laden And tryin to rush the president while he's joggin I don't even understand why u bother rockin the beats U woulda been better off as a stain on your father's sheets Ap is the king, rockin royal jewels that'll blind u UFO's couldn't illuminate like my shine do
[Chorus:] Comin through your city Hit the highway burnin rubber (Say What?) Did I stutter mother fucker? Step out of line U don't want none of that U better move back when u hear the Sound of the Clap
[Verse 2: Celph Titled] Push the limit try to beat me far It's gonna take more than tour guides to help u CPR, see we are Villains pullin heists, puffin cigars Pullin surveillance tapes out of VCR's, retards When it comes to beef y'all know I'm no stranger Put the barrel to your head cause it's a real no-brainer How am I the type to leave people frightened? Cause my gat can sing a love song like Peabo Bryson Mother fuckers know my repertoires great Puttin heads through saw blades My team being broke was just a small phase These bitches won't seem to leave me alone Even when I'm dead in my grave they still gonna try to jump my bones Stuffin R&B chickens outside the label building Asking Destiny's Child if they'd have my children I got dissed but I wanted fat hoes instead Bring 'em to the crib and watch them crack my? sofa bed
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[Verse 3: Apathy] I goes right for the right price to touch up your shitty flows Got more 16's than R. Kelly ho video's Nowadays I get paid for makin a rhyme With major labels at my door step, waiting in line Cause it's hard to harness the hardest flows that I design Blow your mind, bob your head until your breakin your spine I stack chips, mack chicks, now I'm datin a dime And wear my chain all the time just to break in the shine
[Verse 4: Celph Titled] Committing crime is my forte I'm wanted in four states For being spotted with sniper gear on all your tour dates Shine so bright I gave the sun lessons What's a Celph Titled verse without a mother fucking gun reference? Cause I'm the cruddiest cat U better study a map And coordinate to where your body parts are landin at C-cl-cl-clap We came to bring the raw back So you can... along with the track