Celph Titled, Apathy yeah, walk with me!
It's the return of the most
It's a funeral in every single
Line of my verse your mind'll just burst
With every line of Solomon's curse
Vinnie Pazienza drivin' a hearse
Like the lyrics on a dirty record
Burn you with my dirty desert
Should learn to accept it
It's a path of destruction
I earn my wage with the 38
It's no fuckin' discussion
I hope my vocal will choke you
And then orbit the planet
And then cross the Atlantic
Pharaohs is causin' a panic
Arms will be brawlin' with planet
Saw us and called the mechanics
My baby girl is a 40 cal (40 cal)
Older brother, "Little shorty, wow"
But that was then daddy, this is now
So blucka-blucka-blaow you better make way
The motherfucking wolves are back
We back at it like a bad habit, no
(Tell'em) You heard we came down
(Smack 'em) if they make a sound
(NO) We ain't backing down
(NO) we ain't repping them
(Pick 'em up, pick 'em up)
(Understand what I'm saying?)
(Pick 'em up, pick 'em up)
(Understand what I'm saying?)
Fuck around with the Army and get a split wig
Bringing gifts to a crips' crib
Cause you're the type that a phony
Hide behind a bouncer and your
Nowadays, faggot nerd poets be
On the mic, looking like a Napoleon Dynamite
Like foliage when they brawl
Tongue spit black magic, unholiest of all
Like the planets revolve around
I got plans that involve large guns and waste
I got flows that evolve beyond the human race
Try to spit 'em in your lips or
Off your tongue and your face
I'm top-secret box lock the safe
I'm blocks with shot cops
I'm crack-rock and base with a cosmic taste
To put the fiends into space
Yo, is there heaven for a gangster?
No, but there's hell for a faggot
With a belt for my ratchet
You gonna melt when the gats spit
Shoot your mother at your funeral
How convenient is that shit?
Shoot a flare at my troops
And we letting the gats flame 'em
And we stepping our rap game up
I'm a boss, but I take orders
From gun exporters plus I got a keen sense
For sniffing out tape recorders
You a snitch? We'll rape your daughter
And bring her down to the
Basement to tape record her
Get your best entertainment lawyer
Cause we about to extort ya
Fake thug, Tom Sawyer, yeah I saw ya
With the Black and Decker, slice savagely
I don't gotta use God's name in vain
To get my soldiers to blasphemy
And I won't say I'm the best
Since Rakim and Pac and Em' better yet
I'm the best since Mozart & Bach and them
