Apathy - Ap is Like... lyrics

(Uh! Yeah!) Connecticut! (Uh! A...P!) Apathy! (Demigodz!) Yup, uh! (Doe Rakers) 'course... Yo... Yo I ain't afraid of sh**, I won't even pretend I be flippin' God off through his microscope lens This a**hole supreme and his violent friends Closest we came to peace signs is drivin' a Benz This is hip-hop that overloads amps and speaker boxes For muthaf**as' rooms that cluttered with sneaker boxes Tongue ring b**hes who be sneakin' our oxes In the club where security decreases the options Cause Ap is like William Blake, but filled with hate Who broke open his brain to let the sk**s escape It's like silicon tits to p**no chicks I could flow on 'till Voltron's torso splits I supply, multiply like Gordo's chips I'm a He-Man, and y'all are on some Orko sh** Gold BBS rims on a Saab with the stop sign '87 status radio show dot nine Connecticut veteran, better than ever before Handprints embedded in metal of mics I tore In half with half a paragraph, skin grafts needed It's equivalent to starin' in the sun when tryin' to read it Y'all wanna get defeated, that's a personal decision But I'm cuttin' muthaf**as up with surgical precision A legend in the making, the last of a dyin' breed Y'all are newjacks, probably get shook when buyin' weed You're MySpace gangstas, with guns in pictures I'll slap your face and tongue f** your sisters For this next one, you gotta be sharp so listen: I'll hit you in the head like turbulence when you pissin' (Phenomenal!) Cash I stack's astronomical Nikes are pricey, Pisces astrological Ap's wifey's a fat a** Aphrodite That bada** ba*tard that spaz out like hyphy Hand out like Heisman Trophies Approach me and your homies are pourin' out fo'-ties of OE I'm playin "Time's Up" by O.C Sellin O-Z's and O-C's to kids in the OC Hate authority from P.O.'s to C.O.'s Cause we know, we see those, and we ain't seein' no dough So play the low, slow it down, make paper, through it around I'mma have a lot of fun before I go underground 'Fore my spirit speeds through space and punctures the sun I'll be keepin' heaven 'fore a muthaf**er should run I ain't frontin' like I'm runnin' 'round with hundreds of guns But just watch, got an ox hidden under my tongue, son MTV just got s**er Free Sundays I'm s**er free 365, not one day You average little cornball phony ho model Y'all ain't Fif, you're more like a Rosie O'Donnell I'm dyin' for rappers to stop glorifyin' diamonds Cause wannabes are rhymin' 'bout 'em when they never buy 'em Dude's swear they poppin' but the labels never sign 'em It appears that materialism is what defines 'em Let's fast forward ten years to see where we find 'em It's hard to focus vision when them hater blockers blind 'em It's hard to disagree when they know that I'm right Don't know what it's like? I stick it in your sister every night