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[Apathy]: Motherfucker I make power moves, with the power of Zeus A pack of rabid gorillas that just broke out of the zoo But not the zubalie brutally, beat 'em, eat 'em, they food to me Suckers foolishly fool with me, better stop the buffoonery I'm a lunatic, literally with looney bin lunacy Howlin' at a lunar eclipse, I'm losin' my shit Catch me on the moon with your bitch Refuelin' my ships, resuming my trip To Jupiter where humans are rumored to be like mutants I'm usin' a fireball that I'm shootin' outta my palms Like bombs, I'm napalm in this song I play beer pong with cups filled up with Energon There's a reason why me and Megatron don't get along I'm the evilest, rottenest, rippin' out your esophagus Put slugs in your mugs, see more blood than phlebotomists I'm a bottomless pit, Ap's the obvious pick When askin' who would impale you upon an obelisk tip [Blacastan]: Crash your grill like the plane on the cover of License To Ill Bitin' what I'm writin' just to heighten your skill But stealin' out my rap book won't get you a deal Black renaissance, scribe ill scripture with quills My sword is a pen that's protectin' my art Florescent colored Mozart, right from the heart SongtexteI enlighten with the scrolls, Malachi York, act like you know I sent soldiers up in your fort We ain't the same nigga, you ain't cut from my cloth I rep Demigodz On top of water we walk, that's real talk That's for Bost and CT and New York Eat my ziti with tomato sauce, I don't do pork Stab Satan with the pitchfork, you switch when you walk Transves Faggot niggas can't be the best Black rhinos, stampede straight through your vest The ghetto Bobby Fischer, like Fresh with chess [Panchi of NYGz]: These faggots saw the Panchi chronicles and then I heard they hate it But I can't be violated or even decepticated I got gunners out in Brownsville, shooters from the east Killers out of Fort Greene, slicker than grease Brahs from Bushwick, that'll give a buck fifty To any bum dusty nigga who try to talk shifty It's best to befriend us, don't try to offend us I done fronted on niggas that's bigger than the bar tenders Make me dip until my pants pull up This .45 and push your fat ass into a curly fry You don't wanna play my blast on your wack broadcast? Then you and your whole staff can kiss my black ass Niggas take what I say back home, give it a listen Then revert to G religion like a Muslim or a Christian Or a Baptist or a Jew dude [DJ Premier]: (Panch they love what you do) Yeah, I got 'em hypnotized like I'm doin' voodoo [Celph Titled]: If I'm in the trench I'm manning the machine gun (man) You are Carl Jr. managing beef on buns (bitch) The whip creep with the 007 mods Press on the gear shift, missile at your entourage If I got time for a meeting, it's only cause I wanted to glare at my watch And find out I made a little mo' gwap (yup) The warning's on the wrapper like a cigarillo package The best blow to my ego's like you threw a pillow at it I'm off the chain but got it on lock when I write shit I'm on some Crocodile Dundee, "this is a knife" shit (Ain't my material dope?) So dirty it need antibacterial soap, I know you feelin' it though DGZ, NYGZ, we spit rampid Uncover your scams and You'll get a visit from Chris Hansen C dot Titled shoot chrome nozzles Dissin' rappers downhill in wheelchairs and make 'em perfect role/roll models Aus Songtexte Mania