(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)
(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
