Yo Ap why don't you do the intro on this shit?
Yo, Apathy (Yeah), Fort Minor (uh-huh), Styles of Beyond, Demigodz..
Here we go...
Ap is like Heavy Metal in ghettos,
Guns, metal and ammo,
I'll pistol whip Tony, and fuck Meadow Soprano,
A cat who seldom bugs, but tell them thugs,
That I'm known to carry more heat, than welding gloves,
I walk amongst the Gods, keep my head in the clouds,
Always show groupies love, gettin head in the crowd,
Put it in ya girls mouth, blast off like NASA,
The master of nastiness,
Transform a classy bitch...
Into a little cheap, freak, sadomasochist
Dastardly bastard, the rap's so disasterous,
Spit and heal the crippled like Christ, I'm miraculous,
In fights, my savageness,
Turns punks pacifist...
The police clock Ap, like "There he go",
Always on the watch, cuz I used to carry blow,
Always lock em down, but I never marry hoes,
Bury foes, when them flows, come through your stereos...
There we go, flippin' unpredictable verses,
A curse to burst words like tourettes on purpose,
Flip the bird like a back heavy jet perverse,
As it is, I cant stop and it's making me nervous, okay?
Get me on a track and I'm cracked,
I'm packin a backpack full of tracks on some CD's,
Be me? Fuck that, not like me,
To bite me you need to be you times ninety,
I got schemes and a team so hype we,
Get on the scene, make a scene on the nightly,
Say what I mean, whether mean or politely,
Living the dream in some clean white Nike's,
Or DC's I'm not givin a shit,
Fuck the words that you heard, and the lips that they hang from,
I stay bangin the bang bang drums,
And hanging you lames in the same no-name games you came from,
I don't got an excuse (nope), I'm just talkin' the truth,
I'm fucking awesome when I'm rockin the booth,
And I stay ready with hot bloc, rockin' the views,
Ya'll are really not stoppin this dude (yeah Tak get 'em!)
Let's start it off, and then come over and hit the galaxy,
Now we movin' them over, they're crownin me as the Cali king,
Anything tossed on my views, gettin shooed up,
With a crew that sips a little brew way too much,
Hooligans smacked in the face with aluminum bats,
Your fuckin raps are as good as me boo-booin',
I said I was rude, stepped on your shoes,
You dont believe me? You can ask devin the dude,
How I strip down you bitch clowns stand on my socks,
I whip a motherfucker's ass like I'm cannibal watch,
You wanna be stoned? Even with a basket of ice,
And get your shit flown, fiendin' for a casket to drop,
You know them S.O.B.'s never get the record to stop,
Breaking the habit is impossible what happened to Tak,
He's unleashed, he's a beast so Sledge hand me a Bloc Party,
Now what you corpses posin for, the camera was shot,
Ha, Styles and Machine Shop, necklace fly
No wonder everyone is so petrified
I said, Styles and Machine Shop, necklace fly
No wonder everyone is so petrified..
Let me hear that!