[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)
(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!
[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!
