O.c. - Don't Touch That Dial lyrics

[Verse 1: Apathy] Don't touch that dial, these rappers tuning into my style I'm turning into some vile human beings eating bile From a corpse, Larry Bird on the basketball courts I'm East Coast as Puerto Ricans smoking Newports in Jorts I'm the Human Torch, flames flicker on my skin Head covered in pins like Hellraiser, my sins Are far too numerous to mention let's just say that I'm f**ed I'm on a highway to hell inside a gasoline truck I got hoes on my dick, p**y pics in my inbox A drawer full of fangs more powerful than Grimlocks' I'm Mike Tyson rib shots, I'm bright like the Gremlins I'm Michael Knight revving KITT's engine and a**embling A Kalashnikov storming the Kremlin I'm benchpressing a Soviet missile, I got a posse of henchmen Recruiting from an alternate time another dimension I brought down the Earth with my scientific invention [Hook: Apathy] Living life like, I never know if the sun will rise Look me in the eyes this is all I got Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks The Genesis, God said let there be light Living life like, I never know if the sun will rise Look me in the eyes this is all I got Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks The Genesis, God said let there be light [Verse 2: Ras Ka**] When 27 my young [?] in the bed And so I'm heading to the headphones pressing the pencil there Back to the drawing board We were skaters then I'll be shredding (720 gazelle flip) I'll make it look easy they break a leg And I'm egging them all like break a leg and sing 'em a song I'm John Legend, the new John Lennon, a rhyme legend Some n***as like every line pregnant, combine segments Cellular mitosis, the building blocks of creation Divine tetris, I design the outdoor room with no exits To entertain Cedrics, all in the genetics not the Edison Electrics If I stomp you with my nikes I can cross that of my checklist They left us the underworld not even supposed to survive here Underground hip hop, we thrive here Chemistry, CT, let's cruise like a PT Apathy, Ras Ka** and O.C [Hook: Apathy] Living life like, I never know if the sun will rise Look me in the eyes this is all I got Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks The Genesis, God said let there be light Living life like, I never know if the sun will rise Look me in the eyes this is all I got Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks The Genesis, God said let there be light [Verse 3: O.C.] When Ap sent out the beacon my pen was ready Verbal variables with attitudes When ideas get the spinning for a song It's negated by the bars and my peers this just the tone Listen to the voices hitting notes blend with the flow Faint sound of xylophones pen left and right Vocal sound as if I'm writing me a [?] Peep the monotone After my sixteen's done I fold it and place it inside an envelope Post, mark it, first cla** overnighted back to Gatsby It's no race but I call it a track meet Anchor to the song's finale, the baton Pa**ed to me by Ras Ka**, let off by Apathy When I start a pistol ring, then it's feet left the block Via Flash, [?] it's a blur Too quick for the mind's eye to deny Non-confirmed release date, to be determined got these rappers nervous [Hook: Apathy] Living life like, I never know if the sun will rise Look me in the eyes this is all I got Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks The Genesis, God said let there be light Living life like, I never know if the sun will rise Look me in the eyes this is all I got Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks The Genesis, God said let there be light [Outro: O.C.] Yeah O.C Apathy RK It's another day man Let there be light Let's spliff up Let there be light Yeah We're rocking out *We are the children of tomorrow's dream* This sh** feels like UFOs and sh** Aliens n***a