Fakts One - Apathy Freestyle (Stronghold Mixtape Vol. 2) lyrics

[Intro: Poison Pen and Apathy] [Poison Pen] Oh sh**! [Apathy] Oh sh**. Hahaha. You started? Yeah. Apathy. Stronghold Mixtape. We probably in the kitchen, poligripping on chicken. Mother... f**ers. I ain't even start yet. Yo [Verse 1: Apathy] Your friends are only being nice when they told you that your verses are fat I hand you a gat—you still couldn't murder this track I'm certain of that. When I attack, I work with a map Putting circles and tax details and pertinent facts. The search for the whack Don't even need the burners to clap I'm so hot, it's like somebody taught a furnace to rap You better dead all of that crap that you're working with Ap Saying you got signed to the Rock when conversing with cats You ain't even a label intern—you work in the back And pack boxes for customers who purchase my wax How dare you say that you're probably the next to go big You've never ever had a fan like a Eskimo's crib I'm a superhuman, doing what these average cats can't Skinny as a kid, but got sent to a fat camp What's the odds you can defeat me when rocking these mics? You probably have a better chance hitting the lottery twice My game is air-tight. I can dick down dikes I'm the flyest thing that's white since Uptown Nikes Wanna joke around, try to diss, thinking it's fresh? I hit you ‘til your link's embedded an inch in ya chest You better bow down to Caesar—nobody's iller than Apathy Beings in different galaxies'll name they children after me Sidewalks crack when I'm steppin' on the street I ain't standin' on the planet—it's resting on my feet The pimp, player, the hustler rolled into one Breathing air into my lungs is like loading a gun f** around, y'all'll have bigger problems than dressing up as Bin Laden And tryna rush the President while he's joggin' I don't even understand why you bother rocking the beats You would have been better off as a stain on your father's sheets Ap is the king, rocking royal j**els that'll blind you UFOs couldn't illuminate like the lines do [Outro: Apathy and (Poison Pen)] Yeah. Mother... f**ers. Apathy. Stronghold. Yo. (Yeah!). Y'all motherf**ers want to test? (Apathy). Step to your f**ing face. Have y'all walking backwards like cameramen and sh**. Uh