Apathy - Nobody's Hero lyrics

[Verse 1: Apathy] Don't even fool yourself, I'm in it for chicks Turn an innocent b**h to the most sinningist trick I'm in it for infinite sh**, fame and girls The pain, the gain and the chance to change the world I'm bad, I'm good, I'm deep, I'm shallow I'm a cool mother f**er at times And other times, I'm an a**hole Influence young dudes with things they don't do yet Pick blonde hairs off the bed cause your girls a brunette Volatile, put a mother f**er in the hospital Its possible to beat him 'til he's bleeding out his molecules Politically radical rappers are different than f** a lesson, I'll tell you what direction my dick will swing Don't read too deep into the hook This ain't school stupid mother f**er, pick up a book This is rap you can fight to, crash your bikes to Tracks you can write to, to last your life through (Chorus) How am I supposed to know which way to go You tell me cause I don't know Only do what I know Im nobody's hero So you tell me No you tell me [Verse 2: Apathy] A formula for music Out to change the world when we do sh** Mad scientists laboratory with the fluent flows In one ear, f**s your brains up Out the other ear, your outlooks changed up Cause at the end of the day none of this really matters Money, b**hes, none of you other rappers I'm not a good influence, I won't preach to kids They wanna learn about life then just let 'em live I tell 'em what I hear both sides of the spectrum Positive and negative I'll see what effects 'em Never see life through eyes like mine Keep going 'til I'm there if my eyes don't shine I gotta shift shapes whether spitting on mix tapes For high school kids or their inmates who lift weights The whole structure of earths about to shutter and burst When I hit you mother f**ers with a verse (Chorus) How am I supposed to know which way to go You tell me cause I don't know Only do what I know I'm nobody's hero So you tell me No you tell me [Verse 3: Apathy] I'm more than hell in a hand basket I'm hell in a casket, hell of a cla**ic Spit raps that melt plastic Collapse mic stands, decrease your lifespan Your deceased while I sleep on a beach with white sand I speak fact in each rap, mixed with myth You gotta sort through the sh**, for the truth I spit Overlook the hook, the mix, the hookers, the tricks This book is a scrypt, to live life look at this sh** It ain't about who's boutin', its about transforming Like pauses until you wake up the next morning This is your world, your life, your words, your sight The eyes in the back of your head What perfect fo(u)r sight But go ahead, be the player that the chicks sweat Smash that, hit her off, get your dick wet You gotta live with yourself everyday Your gonna do what you wanna do anyway