Apathy - Chrome Depot Freestyle (Blade Mix) w/ Celph Titled lyrics

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Apathy - Chrome Depot Freestyle (Blade Mix) w/ Celph Titled lyrics

[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 f**in' 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, f** your rap You ain't ready for Celph and you ain't ready for Ap It goes boom bap, f** your rap 'Cause you might get smacked with the back of the gat [Verse 2 - Celph Titled] Yo everybody on the wall get the f** 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 n***a'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 a**istance And use my sharp looks to bag hundreds of b**hes 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 Motherf**er! [Chorus] x 2