Yeah...
I'm like a '88 classic, Apathy goes back
To Fila's with straps and Don Mattingly throwbacks
I'm back *******, on some asshole rap *******t
Rarely ever seen like Asian dudes with black chicks
You mutha******as wanna scrap? Be quiet!
You know when Apathy drops, you happily buy it
All these cats are a riot, wanna rap, so they try it
But'll quit as quick as Ruben Studdard on the Atkins diet
I ain't the type to blow scratch on tricks
Slap tricks in the trap if teeth scratch the ******
Chicken's in the kitchen makin' chicken from scratch and *******t
Check it, Chum's on the track with the scratch and mix
Y'all don't even understand who you scrappin' with
I got Timbs in the trunk, won't scratch my kicks
Y'all are brewin' up a plot, tryin' to get Ap to flip?
Do yourself a favor - scratch that *******t, 'cause...
[Chorus]
Even though mutha******as tryin' to see me...
"Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me" <- Jay-Z
The way I think, I make it look easy
"Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me" <- Jay-Z
You got doubts, but please believe me
"Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me" <- Jay-Z
Go ask your mom to cop this CD
"Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me" <- Jay-Z
[Verse 2: Celph Titled]
The Rubix Cuban's at your door, but I ain't singin' no carols
I'm like Donkey Kong, I got you ******z dodgin' my barrels
Don't give a ****** where your label's from
We runnin' up in your office, holdin' your CEO hostage with a staple gun
And ain't no stoppin' this don; I got soccer moms
Puttin' glocks in their palms and wildin' out to opera songs
Blow off your brim, turn your fitted to a kufi
I'm like Ricky Ricardo except, "I Love Uzis"
When I'm in the crowd, these rappers are shook
They won't stage dive unless they got a harness with a grapplin' hook
Damn right, my raps are real ill
The Celph Titled talkin' doll says, "Kill, kill"
Oh, you's a tough guy, sayin' that you brawl in these fights?
But you got your nose broken by a white ******* from a volleyball spike
Old timers ask me where I got my pimp game from
'Cause I got 99 ******* and ain't a problem with one
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Ryu]
I'm the one to call when your third verse is free
Slip slugs in a pump and disperse emcees
Six gunner with a potty mouth, spittin' up mud
I stay trippin' with a 40 oz., sippin' them suds
Outta Cali with a bang, *******! ******' insane, *******
The man savin' L.A., forget about Game, *******
I never claim Crip, but I'll murder my language
If I can't handle it quick, I'll have it arranged then
Last nine summers, you been suckin' the same ******
But Jay's gone, and I'm still ******' 'em brainless
At the Holiday Inn, my Doc Holiday grins
A little too much for one, so I'll probably get twins
Let the party begin, take it back to the telly
Your body is ****r than coke, but your crack is smelly
At the show, they was rippin' all their panties and bras down
They love it, 'cause officially I'm one of the godz now
[Chorus]