Celph Titled - Amon RAW lyrics

[Verse 1: Apathy] Yo I don't care if you a thug or not, you ever fought a juggernaut? Thoughts travel faster than the speed that a slug is shot And f** a one-on-one, bring on four of y'all I'll cripple and torture you like a Klingon warrior Or a Romulan and rob you with the mask of a Hobgoblin Boggling brains out with a Range with the gas throttle in Your b**h p**y throbbing, dome bobbing, no oxygen The bottle and blood of a model, and sip it like Scottish Gin You b**hes always in clubs, I can't feel you I hate clubs more than baby seals do Your man raps, he's an amateur rocking And stays pushing a bucket, like a janitor mopping I got a toxic gas canister popping and fans hopping Out the windows of shows, like d**h is the only option Y'all don't wanna sit quietly, observe this Comic book nerd who got a loaded Mossberg [Hook: Apathy] When I stepped on stage they stood still The Sun God Amun Ra, no chill The dopest rhymes you ever heard in your life So if you ever see me drop the mic, tell your boy to pick it up Pick it up, pick it up Pick it up, pick it up Pick it up, pick it up Tell your boy to pick it up Pick it up, pick it up Pick it up, pick it up Pick it up, pick it up [Verse 2: Celph Titled] Yo, you better pay me or it's payback so don't tempt me When it's gun talk I speak eloquently This guided missile, split in half your flimsy chopper Celph without semi's pop is like Russians without plenty vodka Kinda like going to Wendy's for a Whopper The Goonies without Cyndi Lauper One shot will lop a ear off Yes I'm a murder vet, you tried to choke me, but it only felt like a turtle neck East Coast Bloods banging a five star, Crips banging a six Demigodz banging a whip, hang gliding from cliffs It's like my clique works at the gardening center They bag up every rock and set up shop and got the heart for the winter We on the top and that's the best of all I must be looking through binoculars backwards, y'all look hella small My subject matter never broadens, just gats that splatter organs But they love my verses so much, they fast-forward the chorus [Hook: Apathy] [Verse 3: Pumpkinhead] I'm the epitome of underground, I spit maggots and worms I'm a heat wave, so your a** getting burned And if I ever get burned, watch my ashes return To flesh and bone, then I drop my a** out the urn Grab the microphone from you and start to rap out of turn And when your crew start to get amped I make them relax like a perm I'm fast with my hands, sorta like Hagler and Hearns I beat that a** so fast I reverse that a** back to s**m n***as be trying to cruise with me, but get tossed of the boat I give them a Tracheotomy so they have to talk through their throat I make crouching tigers stand up and five-headed dragons Walk on air like Chow Yun-fat, I speak in different patterns To civilize the savage that helped my people grow Like s**m and embryos, you got an empty flow I burn rappers faster than Michael Jackson's hair After the Pepsi commercial without rehearsal, yo [Hook: Apathy] [Outro: Apathy] Rest in peace to my brother PH Pumpkinhead, that was my homie for 20 years Nuyorican cafe, cyphers and sh** 88 hip hop, we came up at the same time One of the best dudes I ever met in my life Yeah, peace brother