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Apathy( Chad Bromley )
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Eddie Ill & DL Freestyle (feat. Rise, Gaston, Wiseguy, Wordsworth & Punchline)
Yeah, yo, yeah, yo Eddie Ill and DL Yo, tell you what, man, yo check it out This is Apathy the Alien Tongue of the Demigodz and the Tribal Eldest Mr. I Don't Give A Fluffalufagus From Connecticut, know what I'm saying I spit it like this, son My damaging blows dismantling foes Cause I be slamming new flows up in your arian domes Do I be pampering hoes without a caring enclosed? The answer is no You're played like a dancer at shows With hammer pants and your bones I'm like a cancer that grows even with chemo To kill off your oversized ego See, cats swear to god that they nice with raps But when they write for the tracks it's all about ice and gats But when I attack, you would think Christ was back Cause I'll piss on your platinum flats and that'll heal the whack Then walk over watered-down raps Make three classic albums, fall off, and still make an amazing comeback My tour of duty's never for a cutie or the booty I'm just out for killing groupies like a verbal horror movie I smack thugs like walking on your mom's rugs with mud on the bottom of your beat up lugs You whack MCs can't see the Alien Tongue That's impossible, like trying to bodyslam Big Pun Y'all stole my style but my rap was packed with bojack You got dragged and smacked when I finally took my flow back I'm coming off the dome, like folicles on Cojack I'm face to face with death like meet yo black Abusing your mind for amusement I'm bruising your brain like contusians Y'all humans are losing Sitting on top of Brandy Trade deep thoughts with Jack Handy To know me is to love me But some people can't stand me Consede a creep I take a week to asnwer my beeps I'm the King, I should be fed grapes and fanned with a leaf Guys want me deceased Girls give my name to they teddies You're whack, you don't deserve like Kartin or Eddie It starts in the belly so put some headphones in your stomach Play my tape to your fetus Watch him grow to be a genius Cause even in a Walkman, where dying never readys My raps sound fat like cats who breathe heavy Blast music on a school day until the sky is moonlit My downstairs neighbors bang the ceiling with a broomstick If you don't like my style, you ahve the wrong case Rise, my mindstate is bigger than Spawn's cape Wasted, whack niggas swearing that they laced it Face it, Rise on top, like a rapist Kick rhymes is priceless, freestlyes across you I'm an honor to rhyme with but a jerk to talk to Mad quiet, you won't even know that I'm there My closets full of skeletons, I hang my coats on the chair Legendary, people won't believe I exist One day I'll be your favorite rapper and your reason to quit In cyphers you get skipped while they passing to me You write your illest rap shit when you imagine you're me But if I didn't have rhymes, I'd probably lose my mind And be up psycho late-night buying knives on channel 9 Even unsigned, all the rhymes I spit lethal While your career's lucky like people who need people It's the G-A-S to the T-O-N I don't need no friends, just a pad and pen Got a master zen battling Best rapper in the university, I earn my degree burning MCs I'm qualified, I'm not surprised by your departure You ain't got the pride or the heart to survive Try to convince me otherwise, but your rhymes are kinda iffy To put it simply, not even Riplely's could convince me Turn rappers to mince meat Ain't met an MC better than me They's bodies cast off every penny they bet against me Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Evidently, they never met me And now they wish to god they hadn't cause I'm too hard to manage Start to panic try and assess the damage Forget the bandage, get the ambulance I leave bodies from East New York to West Los Angeles But still there's some nonbelievers I guess I can't convince them all I'm standing six feet tall when on the ball So let the chips fall where they may, I'm here to stay But when the dust settles, where are they? Scared them away Write rhymes every day, rip mics every night Make beats every week, I lead a rery for life So Wiseguy My brother my pal, won't ya get on the mic right now and freestyle? Wow Now you done put me on the spot, I was gonna kick this written rhyme I got Not. I always go off the top I was born with the ability to kill MCs I got Spiderman's agility Flip on the mic like a white kid on the bike Wiseguy got the rhyme you like whether day or night I open you up like a Sprite, shake you up, make you explode I grab the mic, cock it back and then reload And explode on impact whenever I rap I can't help it, I'm the illest rapper on the map Ill wipe you off of it because you're soft and you should quit Because you're really not equipped with this shit I come up with And conducted, raps are whack, you're self-destructed Wiseguy, I'm simply too much to fuck with Say it isn't so, a artist that niggas know I'm light-skinned, height 5'10, pidgeon-toed God blessed me, I didn't plan to rhyme But he gave you the gift to be a fan of mine You stand in line to buy tickets for our events All night on the cement in sleeping bags and tents At school, I used to freestyle for women in class Talk about the gardy ward and then they would give me the ass then they would pass the word on to they roommates Get they numbers for the summer and hit it over school break I lay this verse in less than two takes, I'm hard to impress My ex think I want it cause she enlarged in the breasts Them niggas ain't your peeps, they lie about love They only call you when they need a ride to the club I know why you be home mad at your chick Cause she be at our shows, front row, grabbing our dicks My parents I used to hear fuck, Lexis didn't hear much Little nigga, sat on books to get his haircuts A few feet inches later, a entertainer Home of the Nixon rangers sleeping with fitness trainers Two-timing, so when I die then my royalties' divided by more wives than Frankie Liming Fans believe I'm alive on some island I'm hiding in high climates cliffdiving I ain't even done the yet Chicks send me naked videos like Alanis Morissette On the net your spouce be moving the mouse Emailing when she be coming to get the shoes from my house I'm out Niggas wanna sex my dimes, rock my lines Pass me the lie but I don't get high I rap for the cahs I kill to the mass Hear a screaming I'm broke then I'm rocking the cast That your girl autographed, can't maintain Rap 'til I'm a poor man needing Rogane Show no shame, be quick to diss ya Cum in your girls mouth, then laugh when you kiss her Adress me as Mr. Punchline the nigga Put you on spot just like a game of twista You the type to rock silver, lie that it's platinum Do a joint with Punch and fuck up while you rapping If I die, rely on Wordsworth to clap 'em Whether dmied or dueced you know that I tapped 'em So call me Punchline, one of a kind Soon to be one of the greatest rap niggas to shine
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