Apathy No Joke Lyrics

No Joke Lyrics

[Apathy]
yo, I got a problem with the mic, so I solve it like a mayne
grab it by the neck and rock it as hard as I can
from nikes on my feet, to the mic that I freak
emcee will agree that I'm precise on the beef
f**k fronting, shut down pacs like game over
consistanly light sh*t up like chain-smokers
flex and I melt down flesh like flamethrowers
fresh is the duky gold chain kain showed us
funny how your honey (???) came over
when you were aroute last night, coulda remained 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
mutherf**kers try to dis get put on the hit list
punch punks like I'm futiless, yo catch the fist
when I be taking out emcees like dogs that need to piss

hook(4x)
easily I apporch, 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 neighorhood, city, or project housing
I am something that you never seen before
like your grandparents having sex behind close doors
I rhyme like a scavanger that hunts for his prey
and prolly kill a dozen rappers and just call it a day
all I need is bit*h that'll give me wet dreams
so I can get my rocks off like erosion in streams
I drop science like clumpsy professiors in auditoriums
and strech niggas out like a mutherf**king accordian
I make you look stupid like (???)
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(???)flows
yo, me and apathy are like brothers since birth
you catch a bad one and get put under the earth

hook(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 bit*hes say I'm a teddy bear
alcopone style, briusing your back
make you an interracicial cat, have blue and half black
block attacks with the raps that I spit on wack
shit on cats, everything I flip on DATs
hits hard like Rocky's spits, can't be missed
your god be pissed, now I'm on some nagasaki shit
and while your at work, i'll feed your bit*h a sloppy dick
I got a hard drive, your maynes got a floppy disk
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 aps bounce and bust, the pelvic thrusts
twist your spine, inflict despicable sh*t through rhymes
critical, incredicable, 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 ba! ll, make the chandler fall
choke house guests with orders made outta sea floors
and metaphors betta then yours, settle the scores
leave katz wrapped up in medical gallus
you better appluse, your feminism
I'll rip out your skeleton, and now ladies and gentlemens...