Apathy - 1,000 Grams lyrics

"Three, two, one, contact!"

"Representin' like what"
"1, 000 grams of uncut to the gut"
"Representin' like what"
"1, 000 grams of uncut to the gut"
"Representin' like what"
"1, 000 grams of uncut to the gut"
"Representin' like what"
"1, 000 grams of uncut to the gut"

I'm the type that'll keep
My Nikes extra white
Like seein' God's girls in fluorescent light
Plug camcorder cords in electrical fixtures
Take sensual kisses with identical sisters
(And they better give up
The ass) Celibate bitches
Are gettin' held under water
Like developin' pictures
Incredible spittin'
Got your skeleton twitchin'
Your head'll be twistin' like
A demonic medical condition
'Till you vomit and your body is
Liftin' off of the bed
In position of a crucifixion
With your arms spread (You're all dead)
I'm Hip-Hop's apocalypse
Let up and Ap claims the crown
Faggots, step up your rap game
Suckas get shook from shoves, chick checks
You're a bitch
You'll be cleanin' my kicks with Windex
I'm a gigolo, get a ho bitch that's rich
Or a little thick chick in a 626
I'm consistent
You know when Ap spit's it's sick
Yeah, you're differentmore like a
Chick with a dick
I'm a Pisces, addicted to girls, clothes
And Nikes
Material and spiritual, both worlds excite me
Flows fracture foes' flak jackets
And rip fabric
A rap addict badder than you backpack faggots
Ap's a beast
The cake's like crack on streets
You swear that you deep, but
You can't rap on beat, bitch

"Representin' like what"
"1, 000 grams of uncut to the gut"
"Representin' like what"
"1, 000 grams of uncut to the gut"
"Representin' like what"
"1, 000 grams of uncut to the gut"
"Representin' like what"
"1, 000 grams of uncut to the gut"

Stop the muthafuckin' pressure 'fore
The pipes all burst, the mic's don't work
The blows that I throw lift
You right off Earth
You'll getclocked in the face
And rocket through space
Shout out your hood
Watch your whole block get erased
A superhuman supersoldier
Hotter than a supernova
Money multiplies like maguays
With Super Soakers a true rap addict, y'all
Don't never want static, homey
You'll be at home gettin' that homeopathic
ListenI don't care if you Christian
Muslim or Catholic
God got a whole iPod filled with Ap's shit
Y'all came for cream but get very little
Cause Ap reign supreme, y'all barely drizzle
Metaphysical, still count cheddar
Better than digital
Money machines runnin' the scenes
Summon the fiends, i'm lovin' it though
Makin' an abundance of dough
Runnin' the show
Pumpin' blow 'till I'm numb in the soul
A child from the 80's era
You couldn't paint it clearer
Grew up with moms snortin'
Cocaine off a mirror
Those are all the little things
That make me me
Couldn't focus my brain and blamed ADD
On the contrary, Ap is like Mensa level
Hence the mental state rate grows exponential
But, if y'all wanna brawl
Better call Paul Wall
To fix all them teeth Ap
Knocked outta your jaw, punk

"Representin' like what"
"1, 000 grams of uncut to the gut"
"Representin' like what"
"1, 000 grams of uncut to the gut"
"Representin' like what"
"1, 000 grams of uncut to the gut"
"Representin' like what"
"1, 000 grams of uncut to the gut"