Celph Titled

[Verse 1 - Apathy]
Yo
I got the force that could knock a Sumo wrestler down
Professional sound that's puttin' rappers flesh in the ground
Scared of a candid-cameras for plantin' a bomb
But takin' shots with mechanical cannons in my arm
A verbal-tech battle mech ready to flex
You step to me next you get metal machete's to necks
Then I slice jugular veins, crushin' your frame
'Till the pressure from the skull plates bustin' your brain
I'm the type to spit and make you say "that's fuckin' insane"
And when your not payin' attention, I'll be touchin' your dame
I could make your whole squads frames bust in to flames
So why you speak on my name? you got nothin' to gain
Except two black eyes, a broke jaw, and a broke nose
I hope foes know I got nothin' but dope flows
I'm spittin' perfectly verbally
Ap's eternally as intricate as surgery or fixin' broken circuitry

[Chorus]
It's like boom bap, fuck your rap
You ain't ready for Celph and you ain't ready for Ap
It goes boom bap, fuck your rap
'Cause you might get smacked with the back of the gat

[Verse 2 - Celph Titled]
Yo everybody on the wall get the fuck out yo position
And focus on the God with the raw power of six men
Look me in the phone book, my math be unlisted
Got top secret formulas with 7th wonders orbit systems
You know the signature, the Celph titled literature
Get intricate with flows and carry mechanisms to spit at cha
Who want what? I sell beats for G-notes
Put three in your fleece coat and tie your neck to a ski-boat
You know I make the heat disasterly spill
And let the chrome sparkle like Master P's grille
Nigga's say godammit he's ill why ain't he blow yet?
I came before Christ, hip hop wasn't even known yet
The only time you catch me holdin' my tongue
Is if I cut it off and gripped it and spit more linguistics
Beyond long distance, dial the chrome for assistance
And use my sharp looks to bag hundreds of bitches
Self-pachino, you know the name from the beat down
Amputate my arms and I still wont put the heat down
This is prophecy, don't make me repeat this
Put a magnet to your data and leave your files deleted
Motherfucker!

[Chorus] x 2

[Verse 1 - Apathy]
Yo
I got the force that could knock a Sumo wrestler down
Professional sound that's puttin' rappers flesh in the ground
Scared of a candid-cameras for plantin' a bomb
But takin' shots with mechanical cannons in my arm
A verbal-tech battle mech ready to flex
You step to me next you get metal machete's to necks
Then I slice jugular veins, crushin' your frame
'Till the pressure from the skull plates bustin' your brain
I'm the type to spit and make you say "that's fuckin' insane"
And when your not payin' attention, I'll be touchin' your dame
I could make your whole squads frames bust in to flames
So why you speak on my name? you got nothin' to gain
Except two black eyes, a broke jaw, and a broke nose
I hope foes know I got nothin' but dope flows
I'm spittin' perfectly verbally
Ap's eternally as intricate as surgery or fixin' broken circuitry

[Chorus]
It's like boom bap, fuck your rap
You ain't ready for Celph and you ain't ready for Ap
It goes boom bap, fuck your rap
'Cause you might get smacked with the back of the gat

[Verse 2 - Celph Titled]
Yo everybody on the wall get the fuck out yo position
And focus on the God with the raw power of six men
Look me in the phone book, my math be unlisted
Got top secret formulas with 7th wonders orbit systems
You know the signature, the Celph titled literature
Get intricate with flows and carry mechanisms to spit at cha
Who want what? I sell beats for G-notes
Put three in your fleece coat and tie your neck to a ski-boat
You know I make the heat disasterly spill
And let the chrome sparkle like Master P's grille
Nigga's say godammit he's ill why ain't he blow yet?
I came before Christ, hip hop wasn't even known yet
The only time you catch me holdin' my tongue
Is if I cut it off and gripped it and spit more linguistics
Beyond long distance, dial the chrome for assistance
And use my sharp looks to bag hundreds of bitches
Self-pachino, you know the name from the beat down
Amputate my arms and I still wont put the heat down
This is prophecy, don't make me repeat this
Put a magnet to your data and leave your files deleted
Motherfucker!

[Chorus] x 2

[Apathy]
No one can math the accuracy of Apathy
My brain thinks rapidly
Automatically adapted when competition is tapped into my
Mainframe, biting my styles like downloading files
But I react with raps that suckas hack
Y'all can get the scrotum
I manifest the cybernetic explosion
To overload your modem when I decode 'em
And bring the cryptic simplistic firewalls
I assault with fireballs
Through fiber optic lines in line with rhymes in cyberspace
My face print across the screen
Glow white-green digitizing a fight scene
In actual reality I'm sitting in my basement
In virtual reality I'm fighting +Matrix+ agents
On planet Earth I control your mind when I say shit
In cyberspace I control computers 'cause they're basic
Binary code talks with tons of zeroes and ones
But this hero's begun to master their tongue
So I'm speaking to your Pentium
Beyond the new millennium
So ready your ??? ??? forms the data when I enter them
Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
You motherfuckers better be Apathy compatible

Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
You motherfuckers better be Apathy compatible

Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
You motherfuckers better be...

[Celph Titled]
Alias, max fabulous
My tongue attacks hazardous
Quantum leap continuously through time passages
I pull you right out the truck by your ear lobe
And throw you off the roof and still be considered you're hero
I'm hungry for the dinero
Don't make me see you
Vice grip your torso and squeeze you till you're see through
My fam is ??? while even my grandmoms'll snuff you
And ?? you up in a tussle and beat you with a belt buckle
I make Master P-ieces with enough Silkk to Shock shit
You can C-Murder, No Limitations when my glock spit
I get goosebumps after giving niggaz two lumps
Straight up fuck your shorty and leave that bitch with a loose cunt!
Celph Titled, the man with razor sharp talent
And accurate, authentic techniques to leave you off balance
With raw talent, my rhymes will shatter through your physical
Repeat my voice in digital, ???? ??? ????
The Rubix Cuban, sell out in every vinyl store
Don't make lift your skull and have to whip you with your spinal chord
My skills will keep your ears open, like a Vulcan
And put you out of work like Chevy Chase and Macaulay Culkin
Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
You motherfuckers have better be Celph compatible

Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
You motherfuckers have better be...

Just give me a chance to explain
I'm enhanced in the brain
Hip hop MC, b-boy stance ingrained
In my neural fabric
Fuck internet static
My status is static free
Now imagine me
Sweating what they say about the AP
I'll never let it faze me
'Cause y'all are soft as Teletubbies and Beanie Babies
For MC's I kill ? ?? ??
But you can still never see me like ??? ???
Got your shorty in a Ford Explorer
To explore her
Give her foreplay, make her beg for more and ignore her
I store a backup disk of every diss
Scroll down a long list
Click to inflict ?? ?? ??? ?? ??
Computating the data that could be badder that lets it out of my mouth
In every rhyme bout I'm victorious
'Cause I train with The Brain
Jumping jacks with raps laborious work
Like a wrestler
I'm ripping through your shirt
Body slam your mind in the dirt
Suckers get hurt, jerk
Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
You motherfuckers better be Demigod compatible

Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
You motherfuckers better be Demigod compatible

Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
You motherfuckers better be Demigod compatible

(feat. Celph Titled, Lexicon)

Apathy, Celph Titled, Lexicon
Another cheap shot banger

(Code Name?) Ap
(How You Roll?) Acura
Your wack quips inferior
my interior is immaculate
rims spinnin' and glimmerin' in the sun
with an air freshener the scent of a cinnamon bun
got a girl in the passenger seat, a passionate freak
and while I'm passin' the jeep, I'm blastin' a beat
I told her put down that import tuner and face Ap
head to head in my lap like we was racin' a track

(Code Name) Celph
(How you roll?) Navigator
Aggravated assault, we spittin' laughin at you haters
find me out on the pacific coast
with fly Philippine mommies
9mm launch the shells behind me
highly civilized in a civic with chrome rims
opponents drop gems you get around in old Tims
in New York Celph Titled's like a sewer rat
push up on your girl 'till she's like "STOP DOIN' THAT!"

(Code Name?) Nick
(How you Roll?) A Saturn
With a cracked windshield that forms a pattern
So when the lights hit it, it looks just like ice
but the scratches on the side make the chicks look twice
I'm sittin on 14's, factory stock
watch me throw it in 5th and make the whole whip block rattle
shimmy and shake the shocks 'till they crack (it's whack)
but super-powered by the L on the back

(Code Name?) Oak
(How you roll?) In a Civic (How you livin'?)
So-so, my boy dinged the door but all's forgiven
plus my hubcap kinda looks absurd
from that time I was high, misjudged, and drove up on the curb
now I'm flippin' through the pages of an import tuner
gettin' jealous, lookin' at two things I need sooner
than later, now I'm droolin' so I grab a tissue
I need a new car and that honey from the May issue

[Intro]
Yeah, Chelsea Clinton. Where you at bitch?

[Celph Titled speaking]
Yeeeaaahhhh you monkey motherfuckers.
This is Celph Titled, the motherfuckin' Trife-A-Saurus Rex.
And I've got my motherfuckin nigga Majik Most.
About to molest every female bitch in your fuckin family.
You want more info? Dial 1-900-Get-Fucked-Up.
For twenty-five stitches a minute.
I don't give a fuck if you're handicapped.
You talk that shit, I'll bust a handy cap in that ass.
Yo, Majik, bust them in the head and leave 'em retarded.
Bring that shit nigga!

[Majik Most]:
Majik Most is here now, stop tryin' to rhyme
Even your mom says you just wastin' your time
I'll catch you in line as you apply for Medicaid
And beat you in the skull with a prosthetic leg
Majik's got it made all in-between your girls thighs
Any tough guys get smashed and pulverized
I'm off the hook like fish alibi's
Why diss?
It's high risk, try this, die quick in your whip
With a windshield wiper through your iris
You not feelin' this?
I'll crush your grandmothers hip
Then strip the emergency bracelet off her wrist
I love to shoot the gift
Man I rock a Santa suit when inside a vocal booth
I'll blast you through the roof
Just to show and prove
Oh you still want beef? (ah ha ha)
I'll bust your chops
Fuck you up like a Cyclops
In a weed spot with no eye drops
Motherfuckers
Hip hop is back (yeah yeah)
But you're a faggot in drag
Rockin' a dress
That used to be your dads
I'll choke you with your do-rag
Slam you on a concrete slab
Oh you mad?!
Cause Majik Most is so dope, I whack kids
Hijack the city bus with my man Dutch Massive
Hit the strip club
Celph and Ap got free passes
Every verse I write, considered classic

[Apathy]
A suplex Superman like a girl in a skirt
Bury you in the dirt
Rappers get placed in a world of hurt
You tryin' to mack a dame but your game doesn't work
You should feel lame and ashamed when you go home and jerk
Cause I be havin' big titty bitches buying my shirt
While you lurkin' in the bushes with a perverted smirk
So jealous of the way I be ridin' the track
You put your walkman on my rap
And fantasize that you're Ap
But I'll be shittin' on you nerd motherfuckers for fun
Till I make you mad enough to come to school with a gun
Beat you up until you cry and take your money for lunch
They'll be mopping up your face by the twentieth punch
You faggots get ghost
Puttin' holes in the fabric of clothes
My automatic blows metal through the back of your domes
I'm mackin' your hoes
Rapid flows that'll roast opponents
Who play me close or battle with Majik Most

[Louis Logic]
Stop a second and drop your weapon bitch (biiitch!)
I meant to kill you back when the doctor stepped in
And said your mom was pregnant
Stomp the section of her stomach
Where a baby doll sleeps
Roast beef with both feet
Wearing weighted golf cleats
Leave behind a blood trail and a bottle of Seagram's Gin
Covered in my bloody finger print and blame my evil twin
But since I didn't see you there
I'll burn your studio
I'll fill you with warm slugs like you turned marsupial
I'm like a savage bushman
Chargin' through the outback
I'll kick you in your asses cushion
Whether with or without rap
Whether with or without Ap,
Celph or Majik Most
I'll smash your nose
And drag your ghost right out from your fractured bones
I'll have your folks singin' church songs, dressed in black
Your former fans only question asked is
"Where has that herb gone?"
I'll stab you
Carve you with a sharp knife and tag you
With bad news
So you know my name and what have you

[Celph Titled]
A lot of rappers gonna die this year and that's the truth
And I'll probably end up responsible for a few
Communication ain't a problem
My guns speak all languages
Gimme what I want
Or be a dumb nigga, brainless!
I'm the complete opposite with drug fiend chicks
I know straight-edge bitches that'll smoke crack to suck my dick
Floss through the hood and stack chips by the cases
I've got more whips than a slave-master dominatrix
I wont even do a cameo
I get paid for my ad-libs
Visit your girl and fuck her from her baby-back ribs
You might as well go snow skiing or somethin'
It's your only chance to rock ice without frontin'
Throw a monkey wrench in your program
Make you go ape shit
Attach your head to a launching space ship
Give you a face lift
It's basic
Bury your corpse under the basement
I'm ill enough to start a drug war with the Jamaicans
Don't make me have to pop your collar bone
Put the silence on the chrome
And let my Rottweilers roam
Thirsty for blood
Ready to shatter your brain
I talk a lot of shit on records but I can back up my claims
Motherfucker!

[Big Voice] Yo, we're here to break down our science, know'mean?
You know what time it is?
[Lil Voice] Yeah, yeah, I know what time it is
[Big Voice] What time is it, is it coochie time?
[Lil Voice] Nah, nah, it's not Gucci time
It's time to speak the language of demigods
[Big Voice] Yo, Apathy, yo Soul: it's time to hear your business
Step to the mic, baby
[Lil Voice] Bounce with these cats

[Apathy]
Yo, I got a problem with the mic, so I solve it like a man
Grab it by the neck and rock it as hard as I can
From Nike's on my feet, to the mic that I freak
MC's will agree that I'm precise on the beef
Fuck fronting, shut down pacs like game over
Consistently light shit up like chain-smokers
Flex and I melt down flesh like flamethrowers
Fresh is the dooky gold chain Kane showed us
Funny how your honey or your dame came over
When you were out last night, couldn't remain sober
You woke up in the morning with a bad hangover
I woke up, and bang a coocha til the day was over
It's like that, (like what?), like this
Motherfuckers try to dis get put on the hit list
Punch punks like I'm pugilist, yo catch the fist
When I be taking out MC's like dogs that need to piss

[Chorus] (4x)
Easily I approach, the microphone because I ain't no joke (joke)

[Celph Titled]
On a scale of one to ten, approximately I'm a thousand
Stomp thru your neighborhood, city, or project housing
I am something that you never seen before
Like your grandparents having sex behind close doors
I rhyme like a scavenger that hunts for his prey
And probably kill a dozen rappers and just call it a day
All I need is bitch that'll give me wet dreams
So I can get my rocks off like erosion in streams
I drop science like clumsy professors in auditoriums
And stretch niggaz out like a motherfucking accordion
I make you look stupid like cruisin the back
You can cruise in the greyhound and I'll cruise in my jet
I'm impossible to beat like playing tic-tac-toe
Celph Titled is famous for spitting ill rap flows
Yo, me and apathy are like brothers since birth
You catch a bad one and get put under the earth

[Chorus] (4x)
Easily I approach, the microphone because I ain't no joke (joke)

[Apathy]
Yo, I find your vital organs and put a machete there
Thug type nigga, but bitches say I'm a teddy bear
Al Capone style, bruising your back
Make you an interracial cat, have blue and half black
Block attacks with the raps that I spit on wack
Shit on cats, everything I flip on DAT's
Hits hard like Rocky's spits, cannot be missed
Your God be pissed, now I'm on some Nagasaki shit
And while your at work, I'll feed your bitch a sloppy dick
I got a hard drive, your mans got a floppy dick
The only time you have safe sex and be felt
Is if you jacked off in a car, wearing a seat belt
Your brains melts to mush, your girl felt the rush
Whens Ap's bounce and bust, the pelvic thrusts
Twist your spine, inflict despicable shit through rhymes
Critical, incredible, when crippling your pitiful mind
Pull out my nine and it's party and draw time
You signed the death mantra and bleed between the white lines
Crash the players ball, make the chandelier fall
Choke house guests with hors d'ourves made outta sea floors
And metaphors betta then yours, settle the scores
Leave cats wrapped up in medical gauze
You better applause, your feminism
I'll rip out your skeleton, and now ladies and gentlemens...

[Chorus] (4x)
Easily I approach, the microphone because I ain't no joke (joke)

[Verse 1 - Celph Titled]
I'm an accident just waitin' to happen
Plus i'm an insane muthafucka with a hunger pain,
To be the first blastin
And my gun's a Gatling, forcin' crews to break up
And stickin' up rappers when they walkin' outta Jacobs
I'm on the block with my dogs, walkin you cats
To the depths of Hell, I could have you offed in a snap
Lookin awkward at ya rear view
See my scope peer though?
And hope ya still here to, see your career through
Shoulda seen the bullets racin' in
Now homicide don't know where the shell casings went
Even the finest forensic scientist can't fuck with me
Gettin super ugly with a Ruger right in front of me
Aimin' it at ya mothers tummy
You claim ya carryin' heat? please...
Go finance ya hooptie and you'll find that...
That's the only time you RE-lease
Cuz you ain't never bust a gat, bitch you're bout as ill as a cure
Get my finger near a trigger, i'ma spill it for sure
Fire repetitive shots, leave you beheaded for not...
Respectin' Celph Titled, is you stupid or not?
I came thru wildin' on a murder all mission
And left you fuckin' dead, like a perverted mortician

*chorus cuts*

[Verse 2 - Esoteric]
Cats i've assaulted, call me the high exhaulted
Esoterrorist, their cleverest nemesis
I'll forever diss these cats, it's effortless
Sever their wrist, with this disc on the premises
muthafuckas
Journalists said there's none better
You weak creeps read it and weep like love letters
I bring malice
We smash ya palace
Weave past cats like Steve Nash in Dallas
I did ya man a favor by writin' his words
When he didn't have the money that my writin' is worth
Fuck with Esoteric, you go right in a hearse
When you mention dope cats, Seamus Ryan is first
Cuz I keep spittin' heat, till i'm dyin' of thirst
While you try rehearse, you better tighten your verse
Demigodz... labels try to sign us at birth
Just knowin' we could be the finest rhymers on Earth

[Verse 3 - Apathy]
I'll rip a whole in the ozone
And leave you suckas spinnin' in space
I'll spit in ya face
To show you how a clitoris taste
At this pace, you bitches'll never finish the race
I'll play the shit from your tapes and make you admit it's a waste
You're always after the cash and after the ass
But you'll only be ashes and gas after the blast
It doesn't matter if ya made of matter or mass
I'm releasin raps so powerful they're shatterin' glass
Put a rapper in a cast from his neck to his toes
Dissectin' my foes... peel away the flesh from the bone
Testin' ya dome, to see if it can take the pressure from blows
That are thrown like small stones in a cyclone
I'm terrible, beatin you faggots
And tearin the beat into fragments
Then eatin rappers...
Like Tarrantulas feedin' habbits
You drop lines, that you fuck hot dimes
But ya cock size will make her eyes roll counter clockwise
I'll crush rhymes with a singular rhyme
If you can't take the weight, it'll injure ya spine
I'm not ill like walkin in the projects with a nine
I'm ill like movin' solid objects with my mind
I was designed by a scientific staff
That studied metaphysics and math
Tryna' develope the perfect paragraph
I'm spittin raps that'll make ya mother laugh
Then travel over water and land, like a hover craft
I raise my staff like Moses
Then open up the oceans,
Till transarent walls of waves are exposin'...
Whales in motion, floatin'...
While deadly tiger sharks are approachin'
Ready to rip 'em open

(Man Speaking)
I would like to take a few minutes of your time to...
Give you eh..The evidence on a few typical cases...
Cases of individuals, which I consider so dangerous to this nation

(All)
4, 3, 2, 1

(Celph Titled)
In this rap game you can say your better than me
But on the streets you can't crack as many heads as me
I take beef seriously; I'd rather beat you with the mic
than let you battle me with the rhymes you wrote last night
Those battles in the park you can save that for the 80's
How I'm a let niggaz when they whole crew tried to degrade me
Give me your albums, run to the store sell 'em back
Flatten your frame and use your body as a welcome mat
No hospitality, I'll jus show you a hospital
I make moves and do things, even God would say's impossible
A wild animal, eager to break the chain lock
Your bitch wasn't Asian, but she sure as hell could "Bangkok"
I get paid just to talk over beats
Step in your hood, act like I own it, walk all over your streets
A lot of herbs don't like Celph, and say he's not underground
But I'm a blow soon, so y'all can jus hate on me now
I represent New York City, and the life that it leads
Hustle for dough and stick a ho until her fucking pussy bleeds

(Open Mic)
Ayyo I'm too hot blow the spot
Nitroglycerin
Sizzling
Dropping more lines then fisherman
With hooks to keep you listen
Feel the friction
Cuz my diction
Going to make you move like eviction
Demigodz in the jurisdiction
Keep it in mind like intuition
You think you hitting but your missing
Cats wishing
That they had the ammunition
To witness the documentary
Of how my raps written
I inhale a breath within my chest before I'm blessing hip-hop
I'm taking every shot I got like bulletproof vests
I never said that I'm the best but I'm better than you
Try to step but I'm ten steps ahead of your crew
I'm deaden you
And every fake move you make
Embedding you in the dirt
Till I cause earthquakes
Say you never heard of me
But your ho knows my name
Yo it's Open Mic
Screaming on tracks like Lois Lane

(Apathy)
You couldn't spit if you were a virgin bitch who hates swallowing
Leave you wit fat lips like chicks getting collagen
Implants to enhance
Lips to blow
My dick for dough
I'm slick rocking kicks and clothes
Your girl buys me
A little upset it don't surprise me
I get more freaks between sheets than the Isleys
My record is tight for wrecking the mic
I know some ho at my shows getting naked tonight
And all the promoters know if i'm setting it right
They'll be cops in riot gear expecting a fight
I'm off the hook
Ya'll are just soft and shook
So don't start it
The meanest in Adidas
Make a genius look retarded
Ap's got more raps
Than cats got drug raps
Slug caps
Or gats on thug tracks
I need somebody to blast that
Cuz I got the bomb set
Like a Vietnam vets flash back

(Celph Titled)
Yo, I rip the head off niggaz that try to oppose
And I don't like to talk to hoes
Unless they don't where clothes
Any rapper out there that think they better than Celph
Can get decapitated with your head on my shelf
Jus as a little trophy that I like to collect
I make beef jerky strips from the skin on your neck
I throw your hype man off the stage from running his mouth
Me and my niggaz on the corner straight dunnin it out
With the semi-auto heat complete with chrome nozzle
Jump on the FDR with the whip at full throttle
My ancestors came from the island in Cuba
Now I transcend the legacy thru chips in computers
And take trips to Bermuda, with nothing else to do
Swear my self under the oath and never tell the fucking truth
I be so blasphemous I seek shelter in storms
Beyond the norm avoid the lightning when i'm in human form
Every verse I write is classic felt by heads everywhere
Celph Titled number one master of the dragon's lair
A bone carpenter make figurines out of your skeleton
Rob you of your soul and take it with me back to hell again

(Open Mic)(Apathy)
Picture perfectionism
Whenever I bless the rhythm
I make heads spin like Rock Steady exorcisms
Open Mic's the type of emcee who rips scenes
Bullets stream i'm cutting you clean like wolverine
With claws popped
After the verse your jaws dropped
I'm raw hot
Big dick
You're all small cock
I'm gangsta
(Wait, no he's not)
I'm atomically nuclear solar supernova hot
Defeating me is an impossible plan
I burn emcees like a tropical tan
Because no obstacle can
Stand in the way of one unstoppable man
I knock your dick in the dirt
And put your face in the sand
For those who bite or copy me
I'm striking like the lottery
The mic's apart of me
That goes together like ghettos and poverty
And don't follow me
It's possibly due to my high velocity
Philosophy
(And I'll fuck your mom muthafucka)

(Apathy)(Celph Titled)
I got the whole entire planet saying Apathy's fly
That's why they play me in their walkmans till their batteries die
From the thugs at crack spots
That listen with gats cocked
To cats on laptops
To jock whatever Ap drops
These underground backpacker's think I'm crazy
Cuz my favorite emcees are Biggie Smalls and Jay-Z
I'm dropping data that could make your Pentium break
And dick that could make a veteran lesbian straight
You want to test like a ??? competed
Stop playing Ap will never be defeated
I leave the competition mentally stressed
Like teenage girl taking a pregnancy test
You better drop the mic from your hand
You ain't the man
You jus an overly obsessed fan like Stan
When you finally built the courage to spit ask Celph
(Yo the songs over money you played your self)

(Rise)
Rise Apathy C-Rayz Walz and Celph Titled

(Verse 1: Rise)
So stuck up you could see my head from 9 blocks
Keep my rhymes locked in a metal safe with time locks
Waitin for a thief and we've been training for weeks
By shootin pimples off a flies cheek at 800 feet
Don't do it cause if I get all mad and pissed
You couldn't be saved if cops came and formatted this
Access 360 no face in my camp
And when it's all said and done I'll have my face on a stamp
I recycle old verses if I think nobody's heard it
In this rap game I'm nobody (Why?) Nobody's perfect
Once I come out rappers are droppin in piles
Labels will only sign your ass if you copy my style
There's a lot of wack niggaz and it's only gettin wierder
Get your CD's for free and only use 'em as a mirror

(Verse 2: Apathy)
Yo Yo Yo Check this shit
When I be spittin raps rippin wax gats start clickin back
Chickens act frickin wack backstage lickin sacs
Suckin nuts fuckin sluts up in butts bustin up
Jealous rappers runnin up but they need to toughen up
Master into battling one batter in your calvary
Apathy is actually the baddest in this galaxy
Critical the pinnacle of lyrically invincible
Your pitiful epitomy of common minor syllable
Rap style's fragile stack you into wack piles
Nobody wants your shit like a used crack vial
Understand this and only this I'm dissin ya writtens
And if ya pissed we could take it up with our fists
Cuz I be rippin wack foes with wack flows new assholes
Punch out foes with flows like Glass Joes
Fast or slow pick apart those like afros
Rip ya face up like space from black holes
I mack dips stack chips fuck gat clips
Ap rips phat shit when I spit rap scripts
Rockin microphone chrome leavin bones broke
Ya'll are played out like Tone Loc
Ap's no joke!

(Verse 3: Celph Titled)
This is history in the making better get your camcorder tuned
You couldn't move me driving a U-Haul through a transporter room
You have a quarter to 12.5 seconds
I'm that out of order goon that'll transform to a monsoon
This Cuban nigga runs through rappers with the one two
With my guns drew so what the fuck you gonna do
When I be sonning cats with my futha muckin stunning raps
In fact I'll fuck ya bitch in the back of the ass crack
And bust a nut in that (Urgh)
You get no receipt when all sales are final
I'll leave you (b-side/beside) yourself
like the other side of the vinyl
They call me Celph Titled cause no words describe me
I stomp through your project with the calvary behind me
Honestly the day ya wax is in stores taking residence
Is the day we see a female black homosexual president
Ju talkin shit to me I put the slug in ya face
Attach razors to my shoes so I could cut to the chase
You couldn't drop knowledge if you through an encyclopedia off a cliff
I grab my rifle load the clip and scratch you off my list
The illest nigga to walk the planet how do I know this
Cuz I got sent to Hell but they kicked me out because I froze it

(Verse 4: C-Rayz Walz)
I write rhymes on toilet tissue lyrics tear ya ass up
You drop wack shit the only reason you pass butt
I write dope with Heroin pens take it in the vein
I scream UNO!!! just to put one in ya brain
Your a dumb fuck like retarded group sex
I skip the line then ask who's next
Cut ya ears off and asked if you heard me
Cuz your not worthy like James without the Laker jersey
Word be I'm off the wall like an ugly portrait
Like a blind referee I can't call it
You got asshole lips you might as well talk shit
Cuz you can't play me I'm like a broke walkman
Dungeon and Dragon flames cooked ya brain
I diss all wack rappers cause y'all look the same
Ace Lover would say OOOHHH Hell No
I shoot you in the foot just to give you shell toes
I damage ya take ya stamina
Give you dynamite implants you'll have explosive character
I stab you in ya left eye make you see how i write
You pussy don't sleep on me without ya night light
Fuck the bedbugs I don't want ya chick to bite
I'm the only Superman that smokes Kryptonite
I wiled on tracks and make wack rappers stop
You couldnt cum on time if you jerked off in front of clocks
Faggot Boy!