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RELEASE DATE:	2004-05-00
DURATION:	-
# OF TRACKS:	45
ALBUM TYPE:	정규, studio
GENRE/STYLE:	팝 랩/힙합
ALSO KNOWN AS:	-
INDEX:	239

INTRODUCTION

워너 산하 Atlantic과 계약을 맺고 메이저 데뷔를 준비중인 백인 MC Apathy가 그간 언더그라운드에서 갈고 닦았던 99년~2003년까지의 싱글트랙들을 모은 베스트 앨범. 힙합 팬들에게는 이미 "Next Eminem"으로 엄청난 기대를 모으고 있는 그의 실력을 확인하기에 부족함이 없다. 힙합이 지닌 단순함의 힘을 최대한으로 증폭시킨 ....

TRACKS

Disc 1

1.

Y`All Ain`T Good Enough

featuring Celph Titled

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2.

featuring Rise

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[Verse 1: Apathy]
I feel energetic enough to jettison right off the planet
Come back down to Earth and splash in the Atlantic
Deeper than Atlantis and navigating the Nautilus
Im areonautic as NASA with data of astrologists
You can't swallow this I'll never be eaten
Defeated a beatin as long as I'm breathin I'm never retreatin
The street sweepin' heat seekin' beat freakin' deep being
Got you weak creeps fleeing if you caught sleepin'
I slaughter slice saute' slay dice mics
Display nice tight lyrics whenever I recite
I damage your physical whether minumum or maximum
Spinnin 'em and spittin at 'em till my raps platinum
Pluck platinum plaques from walls
And fuckin smash 'em into pieces so small
A microscope couldnt pack 'em in
I back 'em into corners from powerful forces
Devour thier corpses and carve 'em with corkscrews
Force crews to lose when I nail 'em like horseshoes
Better pay dues cause I spray dudes
Like Jeru's mind with rhymes so ahead of my time
8 planets rotate around the Earth instead of nine
Cuz I destroyed the Earth with a verse in the past
Which is now the present time so prepare for the blast
When it's all said and done all the emcee's is smashed
The Demigodz land as the last in they class

Chorus x4

Yo I'm every emcee
It's all of me
That's the way it is
Way it's gotta be

[Verse 2: Rise]
Every emcee can't match how I done this the wickedest flow
I'll be 90 with a young chick that's with me for dough
So fat I got a T-Shirt that's hanging as a curtain
And when they said your nice they meant only as a person
For certain you need someone to yell at ya crew
When me an Ap connect we make green like yellow and blue
Please tell me the truth you wish ya felony's true
Cuz you that kid in the class that kept smellin the glue
But I'm a rational cat I make insane choices
Rise I kill wack rappers and blame voices
They useless like my card when it's maxed out
I talk shit and throw stones at a glass house
I be loved by classy women and floozy's
Crowds love me like game like Lucy
I write loosely It's been a while I been raw
We started something you don't know what you in for
Rise'll make you practice wish you had tactics to match this
Talkin to myself in my ad libs
Access new you aint heard us before
The same name as the Germans in war
They wouldnt let us through the door so we came through the floor
Cut a hole throught the ceiling with the use of a saw
Now girls stare but alot of they heads are filled with air
Easy like the first question on "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire"
Yeah the same girls denying 'em sex
Find out you signing some checks will have you signing they breasts
A foul cheater I tell wifey how much I need her
Then I sleep with your girl and blame it on the way you treat her
Make her leave you than leave her in pain from the lies
She tatooed my rap name than I changed it to Rise
Access and Demigodz 2 cliques from above
We roll deep our cliques thicker than Mother Love

Chorus x8

[Verse 1: Apathy]
I feel energetic enough to jettison right off the planet
Come back down to Earth and splash in the Atlantic
Deeper than Atlantis and navigating the Nautilus
Im areonautic as NASA with data of astrologists
You can't swallow this I'll never be eaten
Defeated a beatin as long as I'm breathin I'm never retreatin
The street sweepin' heat seekin' beat freakin' deep being 
Got you weak creeps fleeing if you caught sleepin'
I slaughter slice saute' slay dice mics
Display nice tight lyrics whenever I recite
I damage your physical whether minumum or maximum
Spinnin 'em and spittin at 'em till my raps platinum
Pluck platinum plaques from walls 
And fuckin smash 'em into pieces so small
A microscope couldnt pack 'em in
I back 'em into corners from powerful forces
Devour thier corpses and carve 'em with corkscrews
Force crews to lose when I nail 'em like horseshoes
Better pay dues cause I spray dudes
Like Jeru's mind with rhymes so ahead of my time
8 planets rotate around the Earth instead of nine
Cuz I destroyed the Earth with a verse in the past
Which is now the present time so prepare for the blast
When it's all said and done all the emcee's is smashed
The Demigodz land as the last in they class

Chorus x4

Yo I'm every emcee
It's all of me 
That's the way it is 
Way it's gotta be

[Verse 2: Rise]
Every emcee can't match how I done this the wickedest flow
I'll be 90 with a young chick that's with me for dough
So fat I got a T-Shirt that's hanging as a curtain
And when they said your nice they meant only as a person
For certain you need someone to yell at ya crew
When me an Ap connect we make green like yellow and blue
Please tell me the truth you wish ya felony's true
Cuz you that kid in the class that kept smellin the glue
But I'm a rational cat I make insane choices
Rise I kill wack rappers and blame voices
They useless like my card when it's maxed out
I talk shit and throw stones at a glass house
I be loved by classy women and floozy's
Crowds love me like game like Lucy
I write loosely It's been a while I been raw
We started something you don't know what you in for
Rise'll make you practice wish you had tactics to match this
Talkin to myself in my ad libs
Access new you aint heard us before
The same name as the Germans in war
They wouldnt let us through the door so we came through the floor
Cut a hole throught the ceiling with the use of a saw
Now girls stare but alot of they heads are filled with air
Easy like the first question on "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire"
Yeah the same girls denying 'em sex
Find out you signing some checks will have you signing they breasts
A foul cheater I tell wifey how much I need her 
Then I sleep with your girl and blame it on the way you treat her
Make her leave you than leave her in pain from the lies
She tatooed my rap name than I changed it to Rise
Access and Demigodz 2 cliques from above
We roll deep our cliques thicker than Mother Love

Chorus x8

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3.

-

4.

That Ol`Boom Bap (Remix)

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5.

Chrome Depot Freestyle (Shug Mix)

featuring Celph Titled

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[Verse 1 - Apathy]
Yo
I got the force that could knock a Sumo wrestler down
Professional sound that's puttin' rappers flesh in the ground
Scared of a candid-cameras for plantin' a bomb
But takin' shots with mechanical cannons in my arm
A verbal-tech battle mech ready to flex
You step to me next you get metal machete's to necks
Then I slice jugular veins, crushin' your frame
'Till the pressure from the skull plates bustin' your brain
I'm the type to spit and make you say "that's fuckin' insane"
And when your not payin' attention, I'll be touchin' your dame
I could make your whole squads frames bust in to flames
So why you speak on my name? you got nothin' to gain
Except two black eyes, a broke jaw, and a broke nose
I hope foes know I got nothin' but dope flows
I'm spittin' perfectly verbally
Ap's eternally as intricate as surgery or fixin' broken circuitry

[Chorus]
It's like boom bap, fuck your rap
You ain't ready for Celph and you ain't ready for Ap
It goes boom bap, fuck your rap
'Cause you might get smacked with the back of the gat

[Verse 2 - Celph Titled]
Yo everybody on the wall get the fuck out yo position
And focus on the God with the raw power of six men
Look me in the phone book, my math be unlisted
Got top secret formulas with 7th wonders orbit systems
You know the signature, the Celph titled literature
Get intricate with flows and carry mechanisms to spit at cha
Who want what? I sell beats for G-notes
Put three in your fleece coat and tie your neck to a ski-boat
You know I make the heat disasterly spill
And let the chrome sparkle like Master P's grille
Nigga's say godammit he's ill why ain't he blow yet?
I came before Christ, hip hop wasn't even known yet
The only time you catch me holdin' my tongue
Is if I cut it off and gripped it and spit more linguistics
Beyond long distance, dial the chrome for assistance
And use my sharp looks to bag hundreds of bitches
Self-pachino, you know the name from the beat down
Amputate my arms and I still wont put the heat down
This is prophecy, don't make me repeat this
Put a magnet to your data and leave your files deleted
Motherfucker!

[Chorus] x 2

[Verse 1 - Apathy]
Yo
I got the force that could knock a Sumo wrestler down
Professional sound that's puttin' rappers flesh in the ground
Scared of a candid-cameras for plantin' a bomb
But takin' shots with mechanical cannons in my arm
A verbal-tech battle mech ready to flex
You step to me next you get metal machete's to necks
Then I slice jugular veins, crushin' your frame
'Till the pressure from the skull plates bustin' your brain
I'm the type to spit and make you say "that's fuckin' insane"
And when your not payin' attention, I'll be touchin' your dame
I could make your whole squads frames bust in to flames
So why you speak on my name? you got nothin' to gain
Except two black eyes, a broke jaw, and a broke nose
I hope foes know I got nothin' but dope flows
I'm spittin' perfectly verbally
Ap's eternally as intricate as surgery or fixin' broken circuitry

[Chorus]
It's like boom bap, fuck your rap
You ain't ready for Celph and you ain't ready for Ap
It goes boom bap, fuck your rap
'Cause you might get smacked with the back of the gat

[Verse 2 - Celph Titled]
Yo everybody on the wall get the fuck out yo position
And focus on the God with the raw power of six men
Look me in the phone book, my math be unlisted
Got top secret formulas with 7th wonders orbit systems
You know the signature, the Celph titled literature
Get intricate with flows and carry mechanisms to spit at cha
Who want what? I sell beats for G-notes
Put three in your fleece coat and tie your neck to a ski-boat
You know I make the heat disasterly spill
And let the chrome sparkle like Master P's grille
Nigga's say godammit he's ill why ain't he blow yet?
I came before Christ, hip hop wasn't even known yet
The only time you catch me holdin' my tongue
Is if I cut it off and gripped it and spit more linguistics
Beyond long distance, dial the chrome for assistance
And use my sharp looks to bag hundreds of bitches
Self-pachino, you know the name from the beat down
Amputate my arms and I still wont put the heat down
This is prophecy, don't make me repeat this
Put a magnet to your data and leave your files deleted
Motherfucker!

[Chorus] x 2

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6.

-

Hook plays once

"I am immortal, I have inside me blood of kings
I have no rival, no man can be my equal."

[Verse 1]
I spit, to make the mic like a flammable torch
"It's understandable" my mind is a mechanical force
And I'm a cannibal my mandible is chewin' ya corpse
"I'm tyrannical, a vandle of intangible sorts
Not a mineral a mammal or an animal, I'm.
Metaphysical, the syllables in critical rhymes
Flows blowin' off ya limbs like invisible mines
Been invincible with rhymes since the biblical times
A warlord with a sword from the Mongul Horde
Speak the tongue of the lord, to bless my vocal chords
They tried to resurrect hip-hop, but faith is gone
So I'll take it over by force like Ghengis Khan
If you say it ain't raw, you better pray to Allah
Cuz I got an arrow that'll travel straight thru the jaw
Got breath control, flow like a ship with a sail
Divine when I spit, like if I sipped from the grail
Cuz I'm immortal

Hook repeats twice
"I am immortal, I have inside me blood of kings
I have no rival, no man can be my equal." IMMORTAL

[Verse 2]
I'm underground like communities of homeless bums
Sleepin' by the third rail where the A Train runs
My brain strains to lift freight trains from off the ground
When I'm walkin' around, I'm the talk of the town
Cuz I harness mental powers scientists don't understand
So I'm on the low hiding from the average man
In a bad savage land I'm rockin' a gas mask
With black gats attached to snaps on back packs
To easily grip, when frequency blips
Alert me to intruders in the sewers where I secretly sit
Fine tunin' my rhymes until I got the hottest style
Then wrestle the mics from mutated crocodiles
That slipped into the pipes sometime in '88
Now they taste nuclear waste that makes 'em radiate
I'm subterranean, and melt the steel titanium

With powers of urainium comin out of my crainium. immortal

Hook repeats twice

[Verse 3]
I'll walk thru Hell till it freezes
If Reverend Run sells his Addidas
I stomp cats and leave a path of skeletal pieces
Ya'll are washed up like shellfish on beaches
I'm a genius that's developed speeches deeper than telekinesis
My immortality's recorded on record
Never distorted, contorted it into 240 seconds
You pressed ya single up but nobody will hear you
Like that Puerto Rican flag CD hangin' off ya rear view
GET READY TO RUMBLE, let's get busy
I'll spin the axis backwards, make ya planet dizzy
Decapitatin' catchin' the quickening when I'm spittin
I be wettin motherfuckers like a christening and cripplin'
Ya click, quick with equipment equipped
Like bloods blast crips
My hammer never clicks, pack back up clips
Slaughter all the competition when rippin a mortal man
And cut ya heads off, like only an immortal can

Hook repeats twice

Apathetic is immortal, I'll live forever
"Forever, forever ever, forever ever?"
One Two is immortal, I'll love forever
"Forever, forever ever, forever ever?"
Celph Titled is immortal, he'll live forever
"Forever, forever ever, forever ever?"
Open Mic is immortal, he'll live forever
"Forever, forever ever, forever ever?"

Hook plays once

"I am immortal, I have inside me blood of kings
I have no rival, no man can be my equal."

[Verse 1]
I spit, to make the mic like a flammable torch
"It's understandable" my mind is a mechanical force
And I'm a cannibal my mandible is chewin' ya corpse
"I'm tyrannical, a vandle of intangible sorts
Not a mineral a mammal or an animal, I'm.
Metaphysical, the syllables in critical rhymes
Flows blowin' off ya limbs like invisible mines
Been invincible with rhymes since the biblical times
A warlord with a sword from the Mongul Horde
Speak the tongue of the lord, to bless my vocal chords
They tried to resurrect hip-hop, but faith is gone
So I'll take it over by force like Ghengis Khan
If you say it ain't raw, you better pray to Allah
Cuz I got an arrow that'll travel straight thru the jaw
Got breath control, flow like a ship with a sail
Divine when I spit, like if I sipped from the grail
Cuz I'm immortal

Hook repeats twice
"I am immortal, I have inside me blood of kings
I have no rival, no man can be my equal." IMMORTAL

[Verse 2]
I'm underground like communities of homeless bums
Sleepin' by the third rail where the A Train runs
My brain strains to lift freight trains from off the ground
When I'm walkin' around, I'm the talk of the town
Cuz I harness mental powers scientists don't understand
So I'm on the low hiding from the average man
In a bad savage land I'm rockin' a gas mask
With black gats attached to snaps on back packs
To easily grip, when frequency blips
Alert me to intruders in the sewers where I secretly sit
Fine tunin' my rhymes until I got the hottest style
Then wrestle the mics from mutated crocodiles
That slipped into the pipes sometime in '88
Now they taste nuclear waste that makes 'em radiate
I'm subterranean, and melt the steel titanium

With powers of urainium comin out of my crainium. immortal

Hook repeats twice

[Verse 3]
I'll walk thru Hell till it freezes
If Reverend Run sells his Addidas
I stomp cats and leave a path of skeletal pieces
Ya'll are washed up like shellfish on beaches
I'm a genius that's developed speeches deeper than telekinesis
My immortality's recorded on record
Never distorted, contorted it into 240 seconds
You pressed ya single up but nobody will hear you
Like that Puerto Rican flag CD hangin' off ya rear view
GET READY TO RUMBLE, let's get busy
I'll spin the axis backwards, make ya planet dizzy
Decapitatin' catchin' the quickening when I'm spittin
I be wettin motherfuckers like a christening and cripplin'
Ya click, quick with equipment equipped
Like bloods blast crips
My hammer never clicks, pack back up clips
Slaughter all the competition when rippin a mortal man
And cut ya heads off, like only an immortal can

Hook repeats twice

Apathetic is immortal, I'll live forever
"Forever, forever ever, forever ever?"
One Two is immortal, I'll love forever
"Forever, forever ever, forever ever?"
Celph Titled is immortal, he'll live forever
"Forever, forever ever, forever ever?"
Open Mic is immortal, he'll live forever
"Forever, forever ever, forever ever?"

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7.

Science Of The Bumrush

featuring Celph Titled,Open Mic

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(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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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
(Yo the songs over money you played your self)

(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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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
(Yo the songs over money you played your self)

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8.

Earth Girls Are Easy

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Ladies and gentlemen this is dedicated to all you freaks
who like to fuck you could call it mood music for an intimate night
or simply the soundtrack to a one night stand

[Verse 1: Apathy]
I just wanna bang and if you cant hang
Lose my number forget my name
Cuz I just wanna bang and if you cant hang
Lose my number forget my name...word!

Yo I love thick chicks,thick chicks I like to stick
Every girl that I fucked knows I got a big dick
And I can tickle a clit and I can cripple a bitch
Wanna undo the bra lick the nipples and tits
My style is from behind need Kibbles n' bits
Run my tongue along the mouth just to tickle the lips
Make you shutter with delight when I'm rubbing you right
Got a evil grin cause I know we fuckin tonight
Sayin something like I know that you lovin it right
Grab your butt and bite soft where I'm bustin the white
We'll be sippin wine laughin while we passin the time
Next thing you know your on your stomach and I'm lickin your spine
Got you on the bed hotter then a super nova sun
Wet because your sprung off the Alien Tongue
Make you cum when I lick you sweet like popsicles
Cum shots'll tickle your thighs when drops trickle
Lingerie's cute...but just an obstacle
Miss let me kiss you where bikini's barely miss you
And when your body is bare layin there
I'mma stare in your eyes while I'm playin with your hair
Yeah...curly and brown hella sexy
Sit you on top ride backwards and wreck me
Get you on lock no wack herbs can test me
Tickle your spot on the man so you can sweat me

[Chorus]
Let's get it on
We can't go wrong
If I bring you home and fuck you all night long
Now I love pussy and you love dick
So let's drop the bullshit strip,kiss,and stick

Let's get it on
We can't go wrong
If I bring you home and fuck you all night long
Now I love pussy and you love dick
So let's drop the bullshit strip,kiss,and stick

[Verse 2: Apathy]
I WONDER IF I TAKE YOU HOOOME....would you scream or moan
Swallow or spit...jump all over my shit or be afraid of the dick
I dont wanna be quick but I'm impatient to lick
Every orifice miss that you give me to stick
Slip between hips pose for some sexual flicks
So relax let me help you slide outta them clothes
Pull your shoes off slow and lick your pretty little toes
And not to be foul and I dont mean to be rude
But...um spread your legs and pretend that your food
Yeah...yummy and sweet like honey to eat
She can't even speak I got her body so weak
I need a hottie to freak I'll be wreckin it smooth
Have her shakin' her hips like a Mexican groove
I aint sayin' I'm the best I got nothin' to prove
But I pin chicks to mats like a wrestlin' move
And I do this and that and a blazay blah
Hit 'em one at a time or have menage trois
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir?
With prophylactic tactics, never tapped it raw

[Chorus]
Let's get it on
We can't go wrong
If I bring you home and fuck you all night long
Now I love pussy and you love dick
So let's drop the bullshit strip,kiss,and stick

Let's get it on
We can't go wrong
If I bring you home and fuck you all night long
Now I love pussy and you love dick
So let's drop the bullshit strip,kiss,and stick

uh hmmm......Thats dedicated to all you fellas out there
who see a female you like she's blazin and all that
and you wanna kick game to her skippin the bullshit completely...
you wanna handle business... this is what you do...
You memorize the lyrics to my song and you go up
and you talk to this girl and be like "ay yeah I'm a rapper
(MC such and such) yo check out this verse I got"...
And you spit her this verse...
And I dont care if that girl is refined and respectable
and all into that woman shit she's gonna feel it
and she's gonna think about you sayin that shit
and she's gonna be like "Damn he's on some other shit"...
And all those thoughts are gonna accumulate in her head...
And I'm telling you what, you're gonna get that ass son
I promise you...

Ladies and gentlemen this is dedicated to all you freaks
who like to fuck you could call it mood music for an intimate night
or simply the soundtrack to a one night stand

[Verse 1: Apathy]
I just wanna bang and if you cant hang
Lose my number forget my name
Cuz I just wanna bang and if you cant hang
Lose my number forget my name...word!

Yo I love thick chicks,thick chicks I like to stick
Every girl that I fucked knows I got a big dick
And I can tickle a clit and I can cripple a bitch
Wanna undo the bra lick the nipples and tits
My style is from behind need Kibbles n' bits
Run my tongue along the mouth just to tickle the lips
Make you shutter with delight when I'm rubbing you right
Got a evil grin cause I know we fuckin tonight
Sayin something like I know that you lovin it right
Grab your butt and bite soft where I'm bustin the white
We'll be sippin wine laughin while we passin the time
Next thing you know your on your stomach and I'm lickin your spine
Got you on the bed hotter then a super nova sun
Wet because your sprung off the Alien Tongue
Make you cum when I lick you sweet like popsicles
Cum shots'll tickle your thighs when drops trickle
Lingerie's cute...but just an obstacle
Miss let me kiss you where bikini's barely miss you
And when your body is bare layin there
I'mma stare in your eyes while I'm playin with your hair
Yeah...curly and brown hella sexy
Sit you on top ride backwards and wreck me
Get you on lock no wack herbs can test me
Tickle your spot on the man so you can sweat me

[Chorus]
Let's get it on
We can't go wrong
If I bring you home and fuck you all night long
Now I love pussy and you love dick
So let's drop the bullshit strip,kiss,and stick

Let's get it on
We can't go wrong
If I bring you home and fuck you all night long
Now I love pussy and you love dick
So let's drop the bullshit strip,kiss,and stick

[Verse 2: Apathy]
I WONDER IF I TAKE YOU HOOOME....would you scream or moan
Swallow or spit...jump all over my shit or be afraid of the dick
I dont wanna be quick but I'm impatient to lick
Every orifice miss that you give me to stick
Slip between hips pose for some sexual flicks
So relax let me help you slide outta them clothes
Pull your shoes off slow and lick your pretty little toes
And not to be foul and I dont mean to be rude
But...um spread your legs and pretend that your food
Yeah...yummy and sweet like honey to eat
She can't even speak I got her body so weak
I need a hottie to freak I'll be wreckin it smooth
Have her shakin' her hips like a Mexican groove
I aint sayin' I'm the best I got nothin' to prove
But I pin chicks to mats like a wrestlin' move
And I do this and that and a blazay blah
Hit 'em one at a time or have menage trois
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir?
With prophylactic tactics, never tapped it raw

[Chorus]
Let's get it on
We can't go wrong
If I bring you home and fuck you all night long
Now I love pussy and you love dick
So let's drop the bullshit strip,kiss,and stick

Let's get it on
We can't go wrong
If I bring you home and fuck you all night long
Now I love pussy and you love dick
So let's drop the bullshit strip,kiss,and stick

uh hmmm......Thats dedicated to all you fellas out there
who see a female you like she's blazin and all that
and you wanna kick game to her skippin the bullshit completely...
you wanna handle business... this is what you do...
You memorize the lyrics to my song and you go up
and you talk to this girl and be like "ay yeah I'm a rapper
(MC such and such) yo check out this verse I got"...
And you spit her this verse...
And I dont care if that girl is refined and respectable
and all into that woman shit she's gonna feel it
and she's gonna think about you sayin that shit
and she's gonna be like "Damn he's on some other shit"...
And all those thoughts are gonna accumulate in her head...
And I'm telling you what, you're gonna get that ass son
I promise you...

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9.

Eddie Ill & Dl Freestyle

featuring Gaston,Punchline,Rise,Wiseguy,Wordworth

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10.

featuring Celph Titled

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[Apathy]
No one can math the accuracy of Apathy
My brain thinks rapidly
Automatically adapted when competition is tapped into my
Mainframe, biting my styles like downloading files
But I react with raps that suckas hack
Y'all can get the scrotum
I manifest the cybernetic explosion
To overload your modem when I decode 'em
And bring the cryptic simplistic firewalls
I assault with fireballs
Through fiber optic lines in line with rhymes in cyberspace
My face print across the screen
Glow white-green digitizing a fight scene
In actual reality I'm sitting in my basement
In virtual reality I'm fighting +Matrix+ agents
On planet Earth I control your mind when I say shit
In cyberspace I control computers 'cause they're basic
Binary code talks with tons of zeroes and ones
But this hero's begun to master their tongue
So I'm speaking to your Pentium
Beyond the new millennium
So ready your ??? ??? forms the data when I enter them
Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
You motherfuckers better be Apathy compatible

Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
You motherfuckers better be Apathy compatible

Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
You motherfuckers better be...

[Celph Titled]
Alias, max fabulous
My tongue attacks hazardous
Quantum leap continuously through time passages
I pull you right out the truck by your ear lobe
And throw you off the roof and still be considered you're hero
I'm hungry for the dinero
Don't make me see you
Vice grip your torso and squeeze you till you're see through
My fam is ??? while even my grandmoms'll snuff you
And ?? you up in a tussle and beat you with a belt buckle
I make Master P-ieces with enough Silkk to Shock shit
You can C-Murder, No Limitations when my glock spit
I get goosebumps after giving niggaz two lumps
Straight up fuck your shorty and leave that bitch with a loose cunt!
Celph Titled, the man with razor sharp talent
And accurate, authentic techniques to leave you off balance
With raw talent, my rhymes will shatter through your physical
Repeat my voice in digital, ???? ??? ????
The Rubix Cuban, sell out in every vinyl store
Don't make lift your skull and have to whip you with your spinal chord
My skills will keep your ears open, like a Vulcan
And put you out of work like Chevy Chase and Macaulay Culkin
Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
You motherfuckers have better be Celph compatible

Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
You motherfuckers have better be...

Just give me a chance to explain
I'm enhanced in the brain
Hip hop MC, b-boy stance ingrained
In my neural fabric
Fuck internet static
My status is static free
Now imagine me
Sweating what they say about the AP
I'll never let it faze me
'Cause y'all are soft as Teletubbies and Beanie Babies
For MC's I kill ? ?? ??
But you can still never see me like ??? ???
Got your shorty in a Ford Explorer
To explore her
Give her foreplay, make her beg for more and ignore her
I store a backup disk of every diss
Scroll down a long list
Click to inflict ?? ?? ??? ?? ??
Computating the data that could be badder that lets it out of my mouth
In every rhyme bout I'm victorious
'Cause I train with The Brain
Jumping jacks with raps laborious work
Like a wrestler
I'm ripping through your shirt
Body slam your mind in the dirt
Suckers get hurt, jerk
Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
You motherfuckers better be Demigod compatible

Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
You motherfuckers better be Demigod compatible

Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
You motherfuckers better be Demigod compatible

[Apathy]
No one can math the accuracy of Apathy
My brain thinks rapidly
Automatically adapted when competition is tapped into my
Mainframe, biting my styles like downloading files
But I react with raps that suckas hack
Y'all can get the scrotum
I manifest the cybernetic explosion
To overload your modem when I decode 'em
And bring the cryptic simplistic firewalls
I assault with fireballs
Through fiber optic lines in line with rhymes in cyberspace
My face print across the screen
Glow white-green digitizing a fight scene
In actual reality I'm sitting in my basement
In virtual reality I'm fighting +Matrix+ agents
On planet Earth I control your mind when I say shit
In cyberspace I control computers 'cause they're basic
Binary code talks with tons of zeroes and ones
But this hero's begun to master their tongue
So I'm speaking to your Pentium
Beyond the new millennium
So ready your ??? ??? forms the data when I enter them
Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
You motherfuckers better be Apathy compatible

Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
You motherfuckers better be Apathy compatible

Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
You motherfuckers better be...

[Celph Titled]
Alias, max fabulous
My tongue attacks hazardous
Quantum leap continuously through time passages
I pull you right out the truck by your ear lobe
And throw you off the roof and still be considered you're hero
I'm hungry for the dinero
Don't make me see you
Vice grip your torso and squeeze you till you're see through
My fam is ??? while even my grandmoms'll snuff you
And ?? you up in a tussle and beat you with a belt buckle
I make Master P-ieces with enough Silkk to Shock shit
You can C-Murder, No Limitations when my glock spit
I get goosebumps after giving niggaz two lumps
Straight up fuck your shorty and leave that bitch with a loose cunt!
Celph Titled, the man with razor sharp talent
And accurate, authentic techniques to leave you off balance
With raw talent, my rhymes will shatter through your physical
Repeat my voice in digital, ???? ??? ????
The Rubix Cuban, sell out in every vinyl store
Don't make lift your skull and have to whip you with your spinal chord
My skills will keep your ears open, like a Vulcan
And put you out of work like Chevy Chase and Macaulay Culkin
Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
You motherfuckers have better be Celph compatible

Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
You motherfuckers have better be...

Just give me a chance to explain
I'm enhanced in the brain
Hip hop MC, b-boy stance ingrained
In my neural fabric
Fuck internet static
My status is static free
Now imagine me
Sweating what they say about the AP
I'll never let it faze me
'Cause y'all are soft as Teletubbies and Beanie Babies
For MC's I kill ? ?? ??
But you can still never see me like ??? ???
Got your shorty in a Ford Explorer
To explore her
Give her foreplay, make her beg for more and ignore her
I store a backup disk of every diss
Scroll down a long list
Click to inflict ?? ?? ??? ?? ??
Computating the data that could be badder that lets it out of my mouth
In every rhyme bout I'm victorious
'Cause I train with The Brain
Jumping jacks with raps laborious work
Like a wrestler
I'm ripping through your shirt
Body slam your mind in the dirt
Suckers get hurt, jerk
Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
You motherfuckers better be Demigod compatible

Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
You motherfuckers better be Demigod compatible

Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
You motherfuckers better be Demigod compatible

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11.

Sureshot Affair

featuring Open Mic

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(Hook - 4X)
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 - 4X)
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 - 4X)
Aiyyo that kid is marvelous

Punks beware, girls stop and stare, the sure shot MC's for the affair
Punks beware, girls stop and stare, the sure shot MC's for the affair

(Hook - 4X)
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 - 4X)
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 - 4X)
Aiyyo that kid is marvelous

Punks beware, girls stop and stare, the sure shot MC's for the affair
Punks beware, girls stop and stare, the sure shot MC's for the affair

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12.

Pf Cuttin Freestyle

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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

We show you how to do this, muthafuckas!!

13.

Mother Molesters

featuring Celph Titled,Louis Logic,Majik Most

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[Intro]
Yeah, Chelsea Clinton. Where you at bitch?

[Celph Titled speaking]
Yeeeaaahhhh you monkey motherfuckers.
This is Celph Titled, the motherfuckin' Trife-A-Saurus Rex.
And I've got my motherfuckin nigga Majik Most.
About to molest every female bitch in your fuckin family.
You want more info? Dial 1-900-Get-Fucked-Up.
For twenty-five stitches a minute.
I don't give a fuck if you're handicapped.
You talk that shit, I'll bust a handy cap in that ass.
Yo, Majik, bust them in the head and leave 'em retarded.
Bring that shit nigga!

[Majik Most]:
Majik Most is here now, stop tryin' to rhyme
Even your mom says you just wastin' your time
I'll catch you in line as you apply for Medicaid
And beat you in the skull with a prosthetic leg
Majik's got it made all in-between your girls thighs
Any tough guys get smashed and pulverized
I'm off the hook like fish alibi's
Why diss?
It's high risk, try this, die quick in your whip
With a windshield wiper through your iris
You not feelin' this?
I'll crush your grandmothers hip
Then strip the emergency bracelet off her wrist
I love to shoot the gift
Man I rock a Santa suit when inside a vocal booth
I'll blast you through the roof
Just to show and prove
Oh you still want beef? (ah ha ha)
I'll bust your chops
Fuck you up like a Cyclops
In a weed spot with no eye drops
Motherfuckers
Hip hop is back (yeah yeah)
But you're a faggot in drag
Rockin' a dress
That used to be your dads
I'll choke you with your do-rag
Slam you on a concrete slab
Oh you mad?!
Cause Majik Most is so dope, I whack kids
Hijack the city bus with my man Dutch Massive
Hit the strip club
Celph and Ap got free passes
Every verse I write, considered classic

[Apathy]
A suplex Superman like a girl in a skirt
Bury you in the dirt
Rappers get placed in a world of hurt
You tryin' to mack a dame but your game doesn't work
You should feel lame and ashamed when you go home and jerk
Cause I be havin' big titty bitches buying my shirt
While you lurkin' in the bushes with a perverted smirk
So jealous of the way I be ridin' the track
You put your walkman on my rap
And fantasize that you're Ap
But I'll be shittin' on you nerd motherfuckers for fun
Till I make you mad enough to come to school with a gun
Beat you up until you cry and take your money for lunch
They'll be mopping up your face by the twentieth punch
You faggots get ghost
Puttin' holes in the fabric of clothes
My automatic blows metal through the back of your domes
I'm mackin' your hoes
Rapid flows that'll roast opponents
Who play me close or battle with Majik Most

[Louis Logic]
Stop a second and drop your weapon bitch (biiitch!)
I meant to kill you back when the doctor stepped in
And said your mom was pregnant
Stomp the section of her stomach
Where a baby doll sleeps
Roast beef with both feet
Wearing weighted golf cleats
Leave behind a blood trail and a bottle of Seagram's Gin
Covered in my bloody finger print and blame my evil twin
But since I didn't see you there
I'll burn your studio
I'll fill you with warm slugs like you turned marsupial
I'm like a savage bushman
Chargin' through the outback
I'll kick you in your asses cushion
Whether with or without rap
Whether with or without Ap,
Celph or Majik Most
I'll smash your nose
And drag your ghost right out from your fractured bones
I'll have your folks singin' church songs, dressed in black
Your former fans only question asked is
"Where has that herb gone?"
I'll stab you
Carve you with a sharp knife and tag you
With bad news
So you know my name and what have you

[Celph Titled]
A lot of rappers gonna die this year and that's the truth
And I'll probably end up responsible for a few
Communication ain't a problem
My guns speak all languages
Gimme what I want
Or be a dumb nigga, brainless!
I'm the complete opposite with drug fiend chicks
I know straight-edge bitches that'll smoke crack to suck my dick
Floss through the hood and stack chips by the cases
I've got more whips than a slave-master dominatrix
I wont even do a cameo
I get paid for my ad-libs
Visit your girl and fuck her from her baby-back ribs
You might as well go snow skiing or somethin'
It's your only chance to rock ice without frontin'
Throw a monkey wrench in your program
Make you go ape shit
Attach your head to a launching space ship
Give you a face lift
It's basic
Bury your corpse under the basement
I'm ill enough to start a drug war with the Jamaicans
Don't make me have to pop your collar bone
Put the silence on the chrome
And let my Rottweilers roam
Thirsty for blood
Ready to shatter your brain
I talk a lot of shit on records but I can back up my claims
Motherfucker!

[Intro]
Yeah, Chelsea Clinton. Where you at bitch?

[Celph Titled speaking]
Yeeeaaahhhh you monkey motherfuckers.
This is Celph Titled, the motherfuckin' Trife-A-Saurus Rex.
And I've got my motherfuckin nigga Majik Most.
About to molest every female bitch in your fuckin family.
You want more info? Dial 1-900-Get-Fucked-Up.
For twenty-five stitches a minute.
I don't give a fuck if you're handicapped.
You talk that shit, I'll bust a handy cap in that ass.
Yo, Majik, bust them in the head and leave 'em retarded.
Bring that shit nigga!

[Majik Most]:
Majik Most is here now, stop tryin' to rhyme
Even your mom says you just wastin' your time
I'll catch you in line as you apply for Medicaid
And beat you in the skull with a prosthetic leg
Majik's got it made all in-between your girls thighs
Any tough guys get smashed and pulverized
I'm off the hook like fish alibi's 
Why diss? 
It's high risk, try this, die quick in your whip
With a windshield wiper through your iris
You not feelin' this?
I'll crush your grandmothers hip
Then strip the emergency bracelet off her wrist
I love to shoot the gift
Man I rock a Santa suit when inside a vocal booth
I'll blast you through the roof
Just to show and prove
Oh you still want beef? (ah ha ha)
I'll bust your chops
Fuck you up like a Cyclops 
In a weed spot with no eye drops
Motherfuckers
Hip hop is back (yeah yeah)
But you're a faggot in drag
Rockin' a dress
That used to be your dads
I'll choke you with your do-rag
Slam you on a concrete slab
Oh you mad?!
Cause Majik Most is so dope, I whack kids
Hijack the city bus with my man Dutch Massive
Hit the strip club
Celph and Ap got free passes
Every verse I write, considered classic

[Apathy]
A suplex Superman like a girl in a skirt
Bury you in the dirt
Rappers get placed in a world of hurt
You tryin' to mack a dame but your game doesn't work
You should feel lame and ashamed when you go home and jerk
Cause I be havin' big titty bitches buying my shirt
While you lurkin' in the bushes with a perverted smirk
So jealous of the way I be ridin' the track
You put your walkman on my rap 
And fantasize that you're Ap
But I'll be shittin' on you nerd motherfuckers for fun
Till I make you mad enough to come to school with a gun
Beat you up until you cry and take your money for lunch
They'll be mopping up your face by the twentieth punch
You faggots get ghost
Puttin' holes in the fabric of clothes
My automatic blows metal through the back of your domes
I'm mackin' your hoes
Rapid flows that'll roast opponents
Who play me close or battle with Majik Most

[Louis Logic]
Stop a second and drop your weapon bitch (biiitch!)
I meant to kill you back when the doctor stepped in 
And said your mom was pregnant
Stomp the section of her stomach 
Where a baby doll sleeps
Roast beef with both feet 
Wearing weighted golf cleats
Leave behind a blood trail and a bottle of Seagram's Gin
Covered in my bloody finger print and blame my evil twin
But since I didn't see you there 
I'll burn your studio
I'll fill you with warm slugs like you turned marsupial
I'm like a savage bushman
Chargin' through the outback
I'll kick you in your asses cushion 
Whether with or without rap
Whether with or without Ap, 
Celph or Majik Most
I'll smash your nose
And drag your ghost right out from your fractured bones
I'll have your folks singin' church songs, dressed in black
Your former fans only question asked is
"Where has that herb gone?"
I'll stab you
Carve you with a sharp knife and tag you 
With bad news 
So you know my name and what have you

[Celph Titled]
A lot of rappers gonna die this year and that's the truth
And I'll probably end up responsible for a few
Communication ain't a problem
My guns speak all languages
Gimme what I want
Or be a dumb nigga, brainless!
I'm the complete opposite with drug fiend chicks
I know straight-edge bitches that'll smoke crack to suck my dick
Floss through the hood and stack chips by the cases
I've got more whips than a slave-master dominatrix
I wont even do a cameo
I get paid for my ad-libs
Visit your girl and fuck her from her baby-back ribs
You might as well go snow skiing or somethin'
It's your only chance to rock ice without frontin'
Throw a monkey wrench in your program
Make you go ape shit
Attach your head to a launching space ship
Give you a face lift
It's basic
Bury your corpse under the basement
I'm ill enough to start a drug war with the Jamaicans
Don't make me have to pop your collar bone
Put the silence on the chrome 
And let my Rottweilers roam
Thirsty for blood
Ready to shatter your brain
I talk a lot of shit on records but I can back up my claims
Motherfucker!

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14.

featuring Esoteric

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15.

Dj Unknown & Mekalek - Rockafella Freestyle

featuring Rise

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16.

Import Tuner X-Clusive

featuring Celph Titled

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(feat. Celph Titled, Lexicon)

Apathy, Celph Titled, Lexicon
Another cheap shot banger

(Code Name?) Ap
(How You Roll?) Acura
Your wack quips inferior
my interior is immaculate
rims spinnin' and glimmerin' in the sun
with an air freshener the scent of a cinnamon bun
got a girl in the passenger seat, a passionate freak
and while I'm passin' the jeep, I'm blastin' a beat
I told her put down that import tuner and face Ap
head to head in my lap like we was racin' a track

(Code Name) Celph
(How you roll?) Navigator
Aggravated assault, we spittin' laughin at you haters
find me out on the pacific coast
with fly Philippine mommies
9mm launch the shells behind me
highly civilized in a civic with chrome rims
opponents drop gems you get around in old Tims
in New York Celph Titled's like a sewer rat
push up on your girl 'till she's like "STOP DOIN' THAT!"

(Code Name?) Nick
(How you Roll?) A Saturn
With a cracked windshield that forms a pattern
So when the lights hit it, it looks just like ice
but the scratches on the side make the chicks look twice
I'm sittin on 14's, factory stock
watch me throw it in 5th and make the whole whip block rattle
shimmy and shake the shocks 'till they crack (it's whack)
but super-powered by the L on the back

(Code Name?) Oak
(How you roll?) In a Civic (How you livin'?)
So-so, my boy dinged the door but all's forgiven
plus my hubcap kinda looks absurd
from that time I was high, misjudged, and drove up on the curb
now I'm flippin' through the pages of an import tuner
gettin' jealous, lookin' at two things I need sooner
than later, now I'm droolin' so I grab a tissue
I need a new car and that honey from the May issue

17.

Public Execution (Demigodz Mix)

featuring Celph Titled

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[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'
Ready to rip 'em open

[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'
Ready to rip 'em open

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18.

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19.

Breeze Block - Radio 1 Uk Freestyle

featuring Celph Titled

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20.

Live @ The Playboy Mansion

featuring Open Mic

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21.

Dj Unknown & Mekalek - Rare Species Freestyle

featuring Celph Titled,Grafh

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22.

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[Verse 1]
I master my steez, disaterous to wacker MC's
Attacking with ease, and bring a bat to shatter your knees
I'm badder than these...
Rappers screaming, "Apathy please, show mercy"
But their begging doesn't matter to me
I'm allergic to wacker rappers, and automaticaly sneeze
So when they rap after me, I try not to breathe
Blow flows into tissue like boogies and snots
Cock the hammer, pop the glock like a rookiesh cop
And when bitches see me rock, their pussy gets hot
Got 'em counting down the days that it took me to drop
And when the records in the store, you'll be begging for more
Cause you never heard a style like this perfected before
From the surface of the Earth to the center of the core
Epidermis of a girl or placenta of a whore
All the verses in the World couldn't settle the score
Causy Apathetic is the master of the deepest metaphors

[Verse 2]
I'll snatch your link, just to make you think
I draw gats quicker than the human optical blinks
Have you terrified, washing your sweaty face in a sink
Cause you pussy like a porn star dressed in pink
I'm on the brink of blowing to being thrown in the clink
Cause I start fights with cats like my shit don't stink
You think you gigantic, but you Titanic sink
I'm dynamic with ink, making larger heads shrink
I don't rock ice, don't even like ice in drinks
Go south for the winter, to hot for ice rinks
You flow soft, knock your nose off like the Sphinx
Hit hoes off, that's why your girls see's me and winks
I'm the sleeziest rap fink, Hip-Hop's Larry Flynnt
Hard to see like black tints, cats squint to glimpse
Never leave hints, photos, or finger prints
I'm down low, below underground macs and pimps
You new jack's and whimps, try hard, but cum limp
While my name is getting print across billboards and blimps
Ap Bar-B-Ques you shrimps, leaving my imprints
An inch in your skull before you could even flinch
Battle me, step up and die
So let me clarify, that I terrify
Paralyze, while you sit there and cry
I never lie, verify
I travel without moving like Ap was Jamiroquai

[Verse 1]
I master my steez, disaterous to wacker MC's
Attacking with ease, and bring a bat to shatter your knees
I'm badder than these...
Rappers screaming, "Apathy please, show mercy"
But their begging doesn't matter to me
I'm allergic to wacker rappers, and automaticaly sneeze
So when they rap after me, I try not to breathe
Blow flows into tissue like boogies and snots
Cock the hammer, pop the glock like a rookiesh cop
And when bitches see me rock, their pussy gets hot
Got 'em counting down the days that it took me to drop
And when the records in the store, you'll be begging for more
Cause you never heard a style like this perfected before
From the surface of the Earth to the center of the core
Epidermis of a girl or placenta of a whore
All the verses in the World couldn't settle the score
Causy Apathetic is the master of the deepest metaphors

[Verse 2]
I'll snatch your link, just to make you think
I draw gats quicker than the human optical blinks
Have you terrified, washing your sweaty face in a sink
Cause you pussy like a porn star dressed in pink
I'm on the brink of blowing to being thrown in the clink
Cause I start fights with cats like my shit don't stink
You think you gigantic, but you Titanic sink
I'm dynamic with ink, making larger heads shrink
I don't rock ice, don't even like ice in drinks
Go south for the winter, to hot for ice rinks
You flow soft, knock your nose off like the Sphinx
Hit hoes off, that's why your girls see's me and winks
I'm the sleeziest rap fink, Hip-Hop's Larry Flynnt
Hard to see like black tints, cats squint to glimpse
Never leave hints, photos, or finger prints
I'm down low, below underground macs and pimps
You new jack's and whimps, try hard, but cum limp
While my name is getting print across billboards and blimps
Ap Bar-B-Ques you shrimps, leaving my imprints
An inch in your skull before you could even flinch
Battle me, step up and die
So let me clarify, that I terrify
Paralyze, while you sit there and cry
I never lie, verify
I travel without moving like Ap was Jamiroquai

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23.

Dj Next - A Vibe Called Next Freestyle

featuring Open Mic

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Disc 2

1.

Don`T Talk To Me

featuring Majik Most

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2.

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[Funkmaster flex sample]

[Celph Titled]
Yo what the fuck are y'all thinkin'
Lettin Apathy get on the mic
That's like unleashing a fucking atomic bomb
Yo this is Celph Titled the mutherfuckin mother molester
Yo Apathy rip the spines outta these mutherfuckers

[Apathy]
I'm gonna spit an incredible verse
Your head'll reverse and BURST
Till blood chemicals squirts all over medical shirts
Professional works of arts spark exceptional words
SHORT CIRCUIT MICS and cause an electrical surge
Rhymes shine like lights off of pieces of ice
My speech is precise
Psyche like telekinesis in fights
Rhymes reaches heights of beacons and satellites
What man can scan Venus and find pieces of mics
My fetus type was genius like
Spit with the speed of light
Strike in the night
STRIP YOU OF YOUR ADIDAS STRIPE
You see this indy white
Cause you couldn't be this tight
I'ma torture your wife while my fist squeezes the vice
Which unleashes the spikes
Brains leeches and mice
Right on the beaches in spice
Till she screeches with fight [aahh]
The meanest to recite reaches for the weakest device
And releases to the people saying JESUS HE'S NICE
I'm a bad man
Managed to damage an amateur
While I slap slackers and backpackers
My raps shatters you wack matter FOREVER
Clever and still better with skill to sever your head
so BET THAT I'M ILL
On the best records erected and ripped it in record
I erupted and ruptured your wack label built into wreckage
Respect this Apathetic is magnetic electric effected
And known to charge negative when I set it

[Chorus x2]
1, 2, 3, to the 3, 2, 1 so hot with the tongue I can melt down the sun
Stack raps and tons
I pack gats and guns
For tryna test Ap but I've just begun

[Apathy]
I'm electrically charged like jumper cables got attached to the mic
Jackin you white
I got a black gat with a sight [blau]
I sat up on a satellite last Saturday night
Beefin with a space rapper till we BATTLE FOR MICS
I can think about you makin shatter platinum and ice
You try flattery and Apathy will flatten you twice
Just to obtain the fame or be half as nice
You'd have to train everyday twice a day for HALF YOUR LIFE
Every emcee I see wanna be as live as me
I'm at the level of perfection that prescribes to be
I got insight
Don't even need my eyes to see
All knowin'
Nothin on earth surprisin' me
I'm on some fly shit
Some ol' open up your eyes shit
Superhero for rap
Never be the sidekick
Cats try to see in my mind like they was psychic
By I kick the lines that spine shatter when I spit
SPECTACULAR
Spectators are left spellbound
Helpless like women rape victims being HELD DOWN
I'm like a nuclear facility in meltdown
Radiate your physical makin your spirit HELLBOUND
Comin from CT
Rockin in 3d
THROWIN ROOTBEERS IN YOUR FRIDGE FOR TRYNA SEE ME

[Chorus x2]

[Celph Titled]
Just Begun
Just Begun
Just Begun
Just Begun
Just Begun
Just Begun
Just Begun
Just Begun

[Funkmaster flex sample]

[Celph Titled]
Yo what the fuck are y'all thinkin'
Lettin Apathy get on the mic
That's like unleashing a fucking atomic bomb
Yo this is Celph Titled the mutherfuckin mother molester
Yo Apathy rip the spines outta these mutherfuckers

[Apathy]
I'm gonna spit an incredible verse
Your head'll reverse and BURST
Till blood chemicals squirts all over medical shirts
Professional works of arts spark exceptional words
SHORT CIRCUIT MICS and cause an electrical surge
Rhymes shine like lights off of pieces of ice
My speech is precise
Psyche like telekinesis in fights
Rhymes reaches heights of beacons and satellites
What man can scan Venus and find pieces of mics
My fetus type was genius like 
Spit with the speed of light
Strike in the night
STRIP YOU OF YOUR ADIDAS STRIPE
You see this indy white
Cause you couldn't be this tight
I'ma torture your wife while my fist squeezes the vice
Which unleashes the spikes
Brains leeches and mice
Right on the beaches in spice
Till she screeches with fight [aahh]
The meanest to recite reaches for the weakest device
And releases to the people saying JESUS HE'S NICE
I'm a bad man 
Managed to damage an amateur
While I slap slackers and backpackers
My raps shatters you wack matter FOREVER
Clever and still better with skill to sever your head 
so BET THAT I'M ILL
On the best records erected and ripped it in record
I erupted and ruptured your wack label built into wreckage
Respect this Apathetic is magnetic electric effected 
And known to charge negative when I set it

[Chorus x2]
1, 2, 3, to the 3, 2, 1 so hot with the tongue I can melt down the sun
Stack raps and tons 
I pack gats and guns
For tryna test Ap but I've just begun

[Apathy]
I'm electrically charged like jumper cables got attached to the mic
Jackin you white
I got a black gat with a sight [blau]
I sat up on a satellite last Saturday night
Beefin with a space rapper till we BATTLE FOR MICS
I can think about you makin shatter platinum and ice
You try flattery and Apathy will flatten you twice
Just to obtain the fame or be half as nice
You'd have to train everyday twice a day for HALF YOUR LIFE
Every emcee I see wanna be as live as me
I'm at the level of perfection that prescribes to be
I got insight
Don't even need my eyes to see
All knowin'
Nothin on earth surprisin' me
I'm on some fly shit
Some ol' open up your eyes shit
Superhero for rap
Never be the sidekick
Cats try to see in my mind like they was psychic
By I kick the lines that spine shatter when I spit
SPECTACULAR 
Spectators are left spellbound
Helpless like women rape victims being HELD DOWN
I'm like a nuclear facility in meltdown
Radiate your physical makin your spirit HELLBOUND
Comin from CT
Rockin in 3d 
THROWIN ROOTBEERS IN YOUR FRIDGE FOR TRYNA SEE ME

[Chorus x2]

[Celph Titled]
Just Begun
Just Begun
Just Begun 
Just Begun 
Just Begun 
Just Begun
Just Begun
Just Begun

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3.

That Ol`Boom Bap

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4.

Well, Well, Well...

featuring Celph Titled,Esoteric,Rise

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5.

Ain`T Nuthin` Nice

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6.

Makin` Music (Remix)

featuring Celph Titled,Lexicon

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7.

Trife-A-Saurus Rex

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8.

Root Beers In Your Fridge

featuring Celph Titled

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9.

Dj Next - Nextclusive Barbeque Sauce Freestyle

featuring Romen Rok & Alius

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10.

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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. cause 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, cause 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. cause 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.

Outro cuts: "You know, in school.."

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. cause 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, cause 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. cause 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.

Outro cuts: "You know, in school.."

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11.

featuring C-Rayz Walz,Celph Titled,Dutch Massive,Louis Logic,Majik Most

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12.

Dj Unknown & Mekalek - Brothers On The Slide Freestyle

featuring Rise

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13.

featuring Esoteric,Vinnie Paz

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14.

featuring Celph Titled

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[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)

[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)

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15.

featuring Celph Titled,Louis Logic,Rahsheed

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16.

Hip Hop Groupies

featuring Open Mic

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17.

featuring C-Rayz Walz,Celph Titled,Rise

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(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 cause 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 niggaz 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 cause y'all 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
Faggot Boy!

(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 cause 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 niggaz 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 cause y'all 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 
Faggot Boy!

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18.

Eddie Ill & Dl - A Long Rhythm Coming Exclusive

featuring Celph Titled,Louis Logic

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19.

featuring Al Skills,Gaston,Punchline,Wiseguy,Wordsworth

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20.

Chrome Depot Freestyle (Blade Mix)

featuring Celph Titled

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[Verse 1 - Apathy]
Yo
I got the force that could knock a Sumo wrestler down
Professional sound that's puttin' rappers flesh in the ground
Scared of a candid-cameras for plantin' a bomb
But takin' shots with mechanical cannons in my arm
A verbal-tech battle mech ready to flex
You step to me next you get metal machete's to necks
Then I slice jugular veins, crushin' your frame
'Till the pressure from the skull plates bustin' your brain
I'm the type to spit and make you say "that's fuckin' insane"
And when your not payin' attention, I'll be touchin' your dame
I could make your whole squads frames bust in to flames
So why you speak on my name? you got nothin' to gain
Except two black eyes, a broke jaw, and a broke nose
I hope foes know I got nothin' but dope flows
I'm spittin' perfectly verbally
Ap's eternally as intricate as surgery or fixin' broken circuitry

[Chorus]
It's like boom bap, fuck your rap
You ain't ready for Celph and you ain't ready for Ap
It goes boom bap, fuck your rap
'Cause you might get smacked with the back of the gat

[Verse 2 - Celph Titled]
Yo everybody on the wall get the fuck out yo position
And focus on the God with the raw power of six men
Look me in the phone book, my math be unlisted
Got top secret formulas with 7th wonders orbit systems
You know the signature, the Celph titled literature
Get intricate with flows and carry mechanisms to spit at cha
Who want what? I sell beats for G-notes
Put three in your fleece coat and tie your neck to a ski-boat
You know I make the heat disasterly spill
And let the chrome sparkle like Master P's grille
Nigga's say godammit he's ill why ain't he blow yet?
I came before Christ, hip hop wasn't even known yet
The only time you catch me holdin' my tongue
Is if I cut it off and gripped it and spit more linguistics
Beyond long distance, dial the chrome for assistance
And use my sharp looks to bag hundreds of bitches
Self-pachino, you know the name from the beat down
Amputate my arms and I still wont put the heat down
This is prophecy, don't make me repeat this
Put a magnet to your data and leave your files deleted
Motherfucker!

[Chorus] x 2

[Verse 1 - Apathy]
Yo
I got the force that could knock a Sumo wrestler down
Professional sound that's puttin' rappers flesh in the ground
Scared of a candid-cameras for plantin' a bomb
But takin' shots with mechanical cannons in my arm
A verbal-tech battle mech ready to flex
You step to me next you get metal machete's to necks
Then I slice jugular veins, crushin' your frame
'Till the pressure from the skull plates bustin' your brain
I'm the type to spit and make you say "that's fuckin' insane"
And when your not payin' attention, I'll be touchin' your dame
I could make your whole squads frames bust in to flames
So why you speak on my name? you got nothin' to gain
Except two black eyes, a broke jaw, and a broke nose
I hope foes know I got nothin' but dope flows
I'm spittin' perfectly verbally
Ap's eternally as intricate as surgery or fixin' broken circuitry

[Chorus]
It's like boom bap, fuck your rap
You ain't ready for Celph and you ain't ready for Ap
It goes boom bap, fuck your rap
'Cause you might get smacked with the back of the gat

[Verse 2 - Celph Titled]
Yo everybody on the wall get the fuck out yo position
And focus on the God with the raw power of six men
Look me in the phone book, my math be unlisted
Got top secret formulas with 7th wonders orbit systems
You know the signature, the Celph titled literature
Get intricate with flows and carry mechanisms to spit at cha
Who want what? I sell beats for G-notes
Put three in your fleece coat and tie your neck to a ski-boat
You know I make the heat disasterly spill
And let the chrome sparkle like Master P's grille
Nigga's say godammit he's ill why ain't he blow yet?
I came before Christ, hip hop wasn't even known yet
The only time you catch me holdin' my tongue
Is if I cut it off and gripped it and spit more linguistics
Beyond long distance, dial the chrome for assistance
And use my sharp looks to bag hundreds of bitches
Self-pachino, you know the name from the beat down
Amputate my arms and I still wont put the heat down
This is prophecy, don't make me repeat this
Put a magnet to your data and leave your files deleted
Motherfucker!

[Chorus] x 2

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21.

Get Off My Nuts

featuring Celph Titled

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22.

Dj Unknown & Mekalek - Lost Freestyle

featuring Louis Logic

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