[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] (4x) 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 niggaz 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] (4x) 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] (4x) Easily I approach, the microphone because I ain't no joke (joke)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
