Apathy - Deep Cover Freestyle lyrics

Apathy yo Big Mike man
These dudes are rapping more pussy
By the second all this
Talk about gwap gotta stop y'all
Ain't got none anyway

You know your boy Ap sick
Spit more flows and raps
Than hoes got tats on they
Tit's and lower backs
Y'all are phoney criminals
That feel they so real
Less cases than the end of Deal Or No Deal
I'ma earn my stripes when I work with Mike
So this verse I write can
Make the Earth ignite
Got a gun made special so
Led can spray three ways
And 187 the Feds who raid DJs
Ap's your boy but I'm viewed as the man
Me and Mike do it big but we huge in Japan
Not Yakuza but the crews
Think Apathy's gangsta get the doe
Blow the show with my Japanese geishas
See the tattoo on my arm when
I slap you with my palm
I'll kidnap you and your mom and
Attach you to a bomb
When I rap they say I'm radical
But rapping don't do it
I can clap you in the
Clavicle to classical music
A fanatical Nautica addict back in '94
Putting bodies in the ground as
Deep as a dinosaur globe trotter
Make your flow stop quicker
Than heart failure
Cause fans think I'm awesome
From Austin to Australia
My rep grows bigger
How you rep is repetative
There's a rapper more
Connected in Connecticut negative
I'm one of the best fill up
My lungs in my chest
And mutter under my breath like
My tongue is possessed
Miles underneath the Earth
I can call Hell home
So it doesn't even roam when
I'm on cell phones
Keep the crucifix close to you
When I spit it's a quotable
Rock my Uptowns once
All my kicks are disposable
I could quickly dispose of you
Get a bomb to explode in you
I be standing right over you
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
The quicker picker upper
Pick your burner up quicker
I murder quicker than a click cause
My all my verses are sicker
The sickest I can pick you off
With a pistol in my peripheral
Riff with you over a bitch and I
Bring out the bitch in you
Blow you to bit's
A pink mist mostly invisible
Kinda like that movie
An eagle can make me invincible
I rap like a ritual
Getting rich by the syllable
Bungee jump out the womb and
Cut my own umbilical
Billions of flows composed
I be killing my foes you got a new style?
Shit I got a million of those