Apathy - Clap lyrics

(Verse 1: Apathy) There's a whole lot of rappers That claim they so street But all sound the same like reggaeton beats I'll swing on your jaw And leave your dome piece broken And spin your face quicker than a sidekick open If my label doesn't get my album off of the ground I'm going to rally my fans and burn your offices down Radio for back up, another officer down Connecticut's king, that gets back to polish my crown I'm from the era when the mixtapes were standard ca**ettes Lamped in a Lex with Nike airs and Champion sweats Now a days we them psychos higher with the right flows k** ghostwriters and give your wigi board typos (Verse 2: Ryu) Say yes, say when, we don't pack pads and pens Act bad, get the crap slapped out of your friends I turn rap to crack rock and sell it at base price If only you could fit ba** pipes in a laptop It's not a problem, I take it back to the blacktop The Demigod, King Kong, k**er Godzilla Raw spit spiller, cap peeler don with the gat co*ked Style of Beyond and on and on Yeah we chill with Jay-Z but I call him Shawn It ain't nothing, I crush him until they chest is flat So clap for the rap f**ing phenomenon (Make 'em clap to this) (Verse 3: Motive) Yo, I'm here now So don't worry where I came from If you trying to find this n***a weakness It ain't none See I could spit some sh** That can leave your brain numb My aim is to bring the game back To what it changed from n***as is fake though Garbage and I see through it Hate mo is marketing yayo like G-Unit The Godz a squad and yes, we rap cousin And now we back like we mother f**ing left something And I ain't with none of that backpack rap sh** But I do keep a mac in my bag if you act slick And when it get pulled, it disperse with a clip full With a bite that's worse than a pit bull (Verse 4: Tak) We close to the top, if not, it ain't far My choice, it must be the voice, the next Gang Starr So taste the brand of amphetamines for your whole squad You sniffing this, you'll swear to God You saw me landing a spaceship Robotic hands with legs and animal faces Chopping the grains of sand to side of bacon An exact spiting image of animal Satan Carrying Los Angeles on his back for ages Whoa, crush the razors, sip the wine The Demigodz invasion cripple your mind I'm a tell 'em again, ripped cat, dude from S.O Stand up for the jam, heat clap, now let's go (Verse 5: Celph Titled) Reporting live from the planet of the disturbed You'll think we smoke a ma**ive amount of weed Cause of the way we hit herbs Now which word got you offended I give a f** and since an infant, I've been a misfit You see the way the kid spit I've got Raven Symone craving my bone Cat fighting with Hillary Duff putting artillery up (And they don't know) The Demigodz a force to be reckoned with (So play your part) Or get a tek to your neck and sh** Yes, I'm with a naked b**h all night All night with a blow job, she careful around my waist Because a gun might go off Hip hop to you is probably Color Me Bad But it's a fact I've been down Since Michael Jackson was black (Verse 6: Esoteric) E.S. like a slasher flick, master sick Waste to leave cats hacked to bits At the same time relax with the Maxium chicks Snatching flicks because you know I won't remember that sh** Pa** the fifth, Demigodz a squad, we're ruthless You're useless like blind men with pool sticks Exclusive Nike's ain't exclusive When they're found on the feet of every doofus Your man's a goner, that thug persona Makes me laugh like Jon Voight in Anaconda The pterodactyl is back, I'm landing on ya 86 Rocket, Ralph Sampson on ya Larry Legend leaving the gym at 2 a.m Carrying weapons