(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!
