Apathy - Rockafella Freestyle lyrics

[Apathy] I just copped 5 G's from a show, but I'm probably gonna blow it You'll find me in the Acura driving it like I stole it You wanna diss like you got a trick up your sleve? f** spittin' you would need my permission just to breathe It's deep, your girl loves it when I rock to the beat She probably knows all of my raps backwards in her sleep I'm that cat b**hes follow, I make chicks swallow Cause I get more head than that ghost in Sleepy Hollow I got a magical spell as visous as voodoo You're jealous cause I mack hotter b**hes than you do I'm A-P and if you don't know the rest Then lift up your girls shirt and read it off her breast [Rise] The rules zipped up and changed when I entered the game I'm on your f** you list with checks next to my name Because a lot of things are true and they all hafta be mentioned If there's a talented you, he's in a parallel dimension Where up is down, left is right, and right is wrong My best is alright and they like the songs But here, that's not the case, we just laugh when you spit "A Different World" and I'm the star without the gla**es that fit I'm blastin' my skits and headsets and rappin' my sh** The trains locked, you can't switch so you hafta just b**h They like, "Yo, when is he done?". I'm the cat that's uninvited I walked by this MC war and got knighted Lookin' for the crown they like, "Yo, how the hell he gonna lead?" Rise, the names unknown so I'ma sell CD's I like when I play, I always got something to say Smartaleck, but this smartalecks paid to stay [Apathy] I'm like Johnny Mnemonic, my brain slaps boxes laptops My mainframes made out of a jet planes black box I got a exo-skeleton with hydrolic biceps Hi-tech, move the planet Earth when I flex I inflict flesh eating acid and anthrax Trapped in those little air bubbles in my Air Macks I'm unbreakable when riding on Amtrack My flows packs more pressure than if the Hoover Dam cracked You better stand back brace for the impact Infact my raps make your chranium spin back I gotta freestyle, when I write the pen snaps You try to jump on tracks but drop like (?) I spit as right as Kryptonite, split the mic Sip electrical currents out of the circuits I'm rippin' to shreds My tech sprays and the lead ricoshays To embed sideways in your head until it drips red [Rise] They like, "Yo, f** that n***a Rise, yo who tells him he's fly?" So after I rhyme some MC's ain't tellin' my bye But what can you do to a man who's like rubber to glue You catch mine and the one you threw stuck on you too I put something in yours right before it bounced at hurts And now it feels worse, see? And you threw yours first This young boy on the mic when he's sayin' his poem Is Bruce Leeroy like his arms waving and glowing I say I ripped it when I'm writing and even before I spit this I don't write words anymore, I draw pictures And verses are stick figures of these MC's slain My rhyme books like a bunch of bad hangman games I forgot what I was doing yo before all this rap But hey, I'd forget my head if it wasn't attached It's not hard, it's not a riddle, we know Rise gon' win Cause my quotables outnumber little lines in your skin Rhymes that'll singe men go home and binge And get fatter, hence the rapper and the zone I'm in I hold it down, cause the kids are sleepin They can't wait for me to come, my sh**'s the weekend