[Santogold]: When they kick out your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun? [Apathy]: I'm a k**er off the top this is not a drill Simply just a lot of sk** Keep it moving, never time to stop and chill Pop a pill, down a drink When your brain is out of sync Study one of Ap's raps, it's teach you how to think Perculate your brain waves Circulate your blood flow I am Titantic, you're a bunch of little tug boats But I never sink, navagate away from ice Ap will find the most percise savage way to slay the mic Cause I stay up late at night in the labratory You could never out perform me End of story, dopest in my category Rappers wanna work with me? Haha you probably can't afford me You are way too young and it would kinda feel like statutory Acting corny, sweating me until there is no more sweat in me And if I, drip dry, you would just think less of me So I keep my flow fluent, fluid flowing This is not a fluke, you would puke trying to do the sh** I'm doing I could ruin rappers, chew and crap you out into the sewer Ap's mental like a Pentium, there ain't a new computer faster Take a second with it I take a minute with it Quit it cause you'll never get it It'll stretch your little fitted Blow your head apart, head to toe Freeze ya like an eskimo Write a suicide letter, sign it with an X and O Sorry that I have no sentimental abilities I'm just nuts so put me in the mental facility [Santogold]: When they kick out your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun? When the law break in How you gonna go? Shot down on the pavement Or waiting in d**h row? You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brooklyn The money feels good And your life, you like it well But surely your time will come As in heaven, as in hell