J-live - This Is The Formula lyrics

[Chorus] [Apathy]: I'm like a mad scientist in the lab Experiment with every mic I grab Beats and rhymes go together like chemistry So it ain't hard to see, that this is the formula This is the formula This is the formula This is the formula [Verse One] [Apathy]: I keep it fly like high school when I was in my hay day Before chump came through, my PJ was mayday Today was a good day I didn't need my AK And if you don't know now you know baby Alive on arrival Ap spazzed out, when they brought them '93 Air Max back out You see my poetry's lavish I miss them cla**ics f** a concept, this is just some rap sh** You over think hip hop, you're thinkin' too much You're makin' me nervous son, you blink too much The new sh** s**s, you try to pimp too much A paste of paper, usin' ink too much I rep CT baby you know me 3-8-6-0, 3-2-0-3 Always chill in L.A. but my brother's in Tampa Almost lost my mind when my father got cancer You question my hand sk**s, I'll give you the answer Two black eyes, turn you into a panda Gamma ray flows and start transformin' ya s**a I'm warnin' ya This is the formula [Chorus] [Apathy]: I'm like a mad scientist in the lab Experiment with every mic I grab Beats and rhymes go together like chemistry So it ain't hard to see, that this is the formula This is the formula This is the formula This is the formula [Verse Two] [J-Live]: Yo, my formula is anti-formulaic I formulate true thoughts to slalom square forms for play rip then make a mosaic The difference is, you don't see it you play it I do sh** that most cats couldn't get away with But don't say it's not steeped in tradition From a time when samplers didn't ask permission And DJ's could fix sh**, live in the mix With your jeans tucked into your sock Show off your kicks, game cap Helly Hanson to match Fast forward, see the game ain't changed Some things just rearrange I'm still takin' friends from 20 years ago On some brand new sh** like we ain't supposed to know Then you multiply that by the fact E'rybody and the moms wanna make beats and think they can rap Flooding the scene with crap At the shows in the stands, no time to be fans, they got plots and plans And a demo CD, soundin' like pots and pans Comin' after our spot? I think not my man I ain't sayin' you can't in time, get yours my lord But take that sh** back to the drawing board [Chorus] [Apathy]: I'm like a mad scientist in the lab Experiment with every mic I grab Beats and rhymes go together like chemistry So it ain't hard to see, that this is the formula This is the formula This is the formula This is the formula [Outro] [Apathy talking]: Demigodz. I'd like to thank J-Live for coming out tonight. Jumpin' on this track. It's a cla**ic to me. Yeah. Peace to Divine Styler. Eric Vanderslice, the Beatminerz, Mr. Walt & Evil D, Benny Shake, Chris Hampson, K-Squared, shout out to my man Balab Basheer. Bishop Lamont, Poison Pen, Diabolic, my brother Vinnie Paz and the whole A.O.T.P. Peace to Ill Bill, Chino XL, K-Solo, Apathy and we out