(feat. Apathy, Celph Titled)

[Apathy:]
I´ll break ya brain cells off at the stem your status is stupider
Ap´ is a nuclear blast, heart blacker than Lucifer
I could sit and write a list of all the shit I would do to ya
Head so big, I rest my fitted cap on Jupiter
You aint built like this, you a soft carbon copy
A care bear compared to a auto-box rotty
For raps like crack I supply to the blacks
Drop pipes, cop mic´s, say good-bye to your rocks
I´m a motherfuckin star, the status of John Lennon
Y´all are ordinary people, singin to John Legend
Write a track dissin´ Ap´? Better X that out
I don´t play that, like rap in a redneck´s house
I could have ya brain cells spinnin quicker than Sprewell´s
Ya female e-mailin me all ya details
I don´t dig up dirt, I shake the Earth
And I never say names, I wouldn´t waste a verse
Off of the top I´m hot, and when they dare me to write
Prepare to carry a mic to a burial site
I´m a pioneer fuckin´ up stereotypes
I snatch chains as a kid, made you carry ya bikes
I got an addiction to spittin shit is heroin-like
Story teller speak of hell and the American plight
Money blower, funny though it seems embarrassin´ right?
Rock shows, blow the do´ on a pair of Air Nike´s
All Night!

[Tak:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Yo
You know the rules, I cruise with a tough band
You in the fuckin closet with brooms and a dustpan
I clean sweep ya fleet, body softer than gelatin
Now you on the mic, yeah right my life in ya skeleton dummy
I´m in the place, you can tell when it´s bloody
I freakin´, pay for ya face grade and mail you the money
I´m ready I´m willin´ to watch, spy on seven that flinch
Let´s see if I don´t kill ´em in five seconds or less
I keep comin´ back like rashes on an infant
You don´t wanna chance to clash with the magnificent
Seven of us, it´s heaven but never enough
So I tighten the vice grip, so his head´ll get crushed
Look, I´m out of sight now, deep in this music
Leavin´ ´em upside-down, fiendin for new shit
Rid cat it´s the roll power creep in the booth quick
Blow a hole in ya back, just to eat off a soup dish
You bitch

[Celph Titled:]
Yo!
The Demigod stands for killa´s
More specifically we Deadly Entertainers Maniac Ignorant GODzilla´s
And we, never took the route that mother cook´s took
Cuz we kept recipes for human flesh in my mother´s cookbook
Get souffled in more ways then ten
Celph Titled flow is chokin´ the wind, my favorite pasttime´s soakin´ in sin
The most accurate sharpshooter with no scope
Shoot with my left and watch you all die from secondhand smoke
I´m reppin´ my fam SO, You better act cool
My solo make a Ouija Board jump up and slap you dummy
You not thinkin´ smart
I bust so many blamma´s and blicka´s that I should start a rock band called
"Blink & Spark"
Sinkin´ charts with no harpoons, my arsenal
Is sawblade carbon tools slidin´ ya coffin through
Apathy´s insane and I´m the same as my brother
I´m like a circus show sniper, I aim for the juggler
Catch a case and before the judge can slam down the gavel
The whole room duck and hide from grenade shrapnel
These rap verses I be breezin´ through
Cuz I´m like a celebate, under oath, Un-Fuckin-Believable

[behind turntable scratchin: x2]
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