Apathy - Ap is Like lyrics

(Uh! yeah) Connecticut! (Uh! Ap) Apathy!
(Demigodz) Yup, uh! (Doe Rakers) 'course
Yo

Yo I ain't afraid of shit
I won't even pretend i be flippin' God off
Through his microscope lens
This asshole supreme and his violent friends
Closest we came to peace signs
Is drivin' a Benz
This is Hip-Hop that overloads
Amps and speaker boxes
For muthafuckas' rooms that cluttered
With sneaker boxes
Tongue ring bitches who be sneakin' our oxes
In the club where security
Decreases the options
Cause Ap is like William Blake
But filled with hate
Who broke open his brain to
Let the skills escape
It's like silicon tit's to porno chicks
I could flow on 'till Voltron's torso split's
I supply, multiply like Gordo's chips
I'm a He-Man, and y'all are on some Orko shit
Gold BBS rims on a Saab with the stop sign
'87 status radio show dot nine
Connecticut veteran, better than ever before
Handprints embedded in metal of mics I tore
In half with half a paragraph
Skin grafts needed
It's equivalent to starin' in the sun
When tryin' to read it
Y'all wanna get defeated
That's a personal decision
But, I'm cuttin' muthafuckas up
With surgical precision
A legend in the making
The last of a dyin' breed
Y'all are newjacks
Probably get shook when buyin' weed
You're MySpace gangstas
With guns in pictures
I'll slap your face and
Tongue fuck your sisters for this next one
You gotta be sharp so listen:
I'll hit you in the head
Like turbulence when you pissin'
(Phenomenal) cash I stack's astronomical
Nikes are pricey, Pisces astrological
Ap's wifey's a fat ass Aphrodite
That badass bastard that spaz out like hyphy
Hand out like Heisman Trophies
Approach me and your homies are
Pourin' out fo'-ties of OE
I'm playin "Time's Up" by OC
Sellin O-Z's and O-C's to kids in the OC
Hate authority from PO's to CO's
Cause we know, we see those
And we ain't seein' no dough
So play the low, slow it down, make paper
Through it around i'mma have a lot of fun
Before I go underground
'Fore my spirit speeds through space
And punctures the sun
I'll be keepin' heaven 'fore
A muthafucker should run
I ain't frontin' like I'm runnin'
'round with hundreds of guns
But just watch, got an ox
Hidden under my tongue, son
MTV just got Sucker Free Sundays
I'm sucker free 365, not one day
You average little cornball phony ho model
Y'all ain't Fif
You're more like a Rosie O'Donnell
I'm dyin' for rappers to
Stop glorifyin' diamonds
Cause wannabes are rhymin' 'bout 'em
When they never buy 'em
Dude's swear they poppin' but the
Labels never sign 'em
It appears that materialism is
What defines 'em
Let's fast forward ten years to
See where we find 'em
It's hard to focus vision when
Them hater blockers blind 'em
It's hard to disagree when they
Know that I'm right
Don't know what it's like? I stick
It in your sister every night