[Apathy]
The most toxic, dough overflows the pockets
With ho's so exotic, it blows your optics
I'm flashy, Egyptian kings couldn't surpa** me
Chameleon Nikes that change color to match me
I used to date a Gangster b**h like Apache
But that dumb ho pronounced my name A-pathy
And ever since William Cooper been deceased
Police watch every AOTP release
And they tap when we speak
When we rap over beats
When we crap when we eat
Or relax with a freak
I'm a emperor, stay with a crown as a jury
Ride around when we dirty to the sound of the fury
You're unworthy, to walk this ground or observe me
Back packers pack bags leave town in a hurry
The AOTP, we just similar citizens
Sinister circle of serpents eating virgins for dinner
Emergin as winners, from summer to winter
The sons of the ministers burnin down churches
And chokin Jehova's witnesses
Known for they viciousness, the ignorance kings
Who hang ho's from the ceiling by their cli*oris rings
Manchurian Candidate, who's brain went AWOL
Walkin' through hurricane rainfall, with a chainsaw
Dr. Claw, droppin' y'all, only see my hand b**h
Catch you in the subway and serve you a knuckle sandwich
Vinnie that's my brother, that motherf**er helped me
My first appearance ever was a Jedi Mind LP
So till our blood is absorbed, in morgue floor boards
We'll live by the sword, and die by the sword
[Planentary]
...It's the raw, Planetary
Let me explain the rain that is intended
To drown the universe and drain the heads selected
I'm like a pet detective, watchin' your dogs
I'm dodgin' the law, cops saw me plot in the fog
So I scooped Vinnie Paz, n***a hop in the car
I'm rockin' Pac, Big Pop, D-Block and Ras
Somebody gotta die, if I go you gots to go
But I'm a die, with a hot flow
Timbs with my socks low
My d**h wish is to die on the Soul Plane
Next to Chuck D., Coltrane and Cobain
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/jbl-the-titan/-/when-you-need-me.html]
I never sniffed a f**in' line of c**aine
I'm R.A.W., youngins don't know Kane
You just a lyin' coward
I'm rap's Ryan Howard
Swingin' bats for the raps for ten violent hours
Paz dial the numbers, I supply 'em with thunder
It's the fourth quarter, goodbye to the summer(hahahaha...)
[Vinnie Paz]
Yeah! Planet, What up baby?
Apathy, what up cousin?
AOTP in the buildin'
What up Reef, what up Mach
7l, Eso(teric) King Syze
All of y'all it's love baby
Yeah!
Yo I'm God incarnate, from the grimiest back blocks
Pazienza lyrical equivalent of Sasquatch
Low sh**, baggy Nautica with the gat co*ked
You ho sh**, tight jeans, pink with the tank top
You make the kind of rap music that f*gs watch
I make the kind of rap music that stab cops
I brought it raw, I been here ever since
I remember you the f*ggot wearin' gear like you prince
The type of f*ggot shed a tear when you pinched
I'm the type to disappear and reappear in a clinch
I'm here in a clinch, you know I'm always here for my fam
The type that f** somebody up and drink a beer with my fam
BLAP BLAP! (hahahaha...)
Heh! Pazman, Louie Dogs!
Apathy,(hahahaha...) yeah, what up Plan, baby
(f**in' clowns) what's good?
(Jedi Mind in the buildin')AOTP
(yo Stoupe)Celph, what up daddy?
Stoupe my brother
We runnin' this rap sh**
We runnin' this rap sh**
(yeah, we runnin' it)
Jedi Mind, we runnin' this rap sh**
(yeah we runnin' that sh**)
The God Jus Allah!
(what up God?)
It feels so good to be back baby!
Haha, feels so good...
Hahahaha...(Hahahaha...)