[Apathy]:
Motherf**er I make power moves, with the power of Zeus
A pack of rabid gorillas that just broke out of the zoo
But not the zoobalie brutally, beat 'em, eat 'em, they food to me
s**ers 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 sh**
Catch me on the moon with your b**h
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 sk**
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
I enlighten with the scrolls, Malachi York, act like you know
I sent soldiers up in your fort
We ain't the same n***a, 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
f*ggot n***as can't be the best
Black rhinos, stampede straight through your vest
The ghetto Bobby Fischer, like Fresh with chess
[Panchi of NYGz]:
These f*ggots 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
k**ers out of Fort Greene, slicker than grease
Broads from Bushwick, that'll give a buck fifty
To any bum dusty n***a who try to talk shifty
It's best to befriend us, don't try to offend us
I done fronted on n***as that's bigger than the bar tenders
Make me dip until my pants pull up
This .45 and push your fat a** 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 a**
n***as take what I say back home, give it a listen
Then revert to G religion like a m**m 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 (b**h)
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 sh**
I'm on some Crocodile Dundee, "this is a knife" sh**
(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