Apathy, Celph Titled - Sound of the Clap lyrics

Uh oh, y'all know what that means
U ready to get into it? Let's Go!

My game is air tight, I can dick down dikes
I'm the flyest thing that's
White since uptown Nike's
Wanna joke around, tryin' to diss
Thinkin' it's fresh?
I'll hit you til your links embedded
An inch in your chest
You better bow down this season
Nobody's iller than Apathy
Beings in different galaxies will name
Their children after me
Sidewalk's crack when I'm steppin
On the street i ain't standin on the planet
It's restin on my feet
The pimp, player, the hustler
Rolled into one
Breathin' air into my lungs is
Like loading a gun fuck around
Y'all will have bigger problems than
Dressin' up as Bin Laden
And tryin to rush the
President while he's joggin'
I don't even understand why you
Bother rockin' the beats
You would of been better off as
A stain on your father's sheets
Ap is the king
Rockin royal jewels that'll blind you
UFO's couldn't illuminate like my shine do

Comin through your city
Hit the highway burnin rubber (Say What?)
Did I stutter motherfucker? Step out of line
You don't want none of that
You better move back
When you hear the sound of the clap

Push the limit try to beat me far
It's gonna take more than tour
Guides to help you CPR see we are
Villains pullin heists, puffin cigars
Pullin' surveillance tapes out of VCR's
Retards when it comes to beef y'all
Know I'm no stranger
Put the barrel to your head
Cause it's a real no-brainer
How am I the type to leave people frightened?
Cause my gat can sing a
Love song like Peabo Bryson
Motherfuckers know my repertoire's great
Puttin' heads through saw blades
My team being broke was just a small phase
These bitches won't seem to leave me alone
Even when I'm dead in my grave they
Still gonna try to jump my bones
Stuffin' R&B chickens outside
The label building
Asking Destiny's Child if they'd
Have my children
I got dissed but I wanted fat hoes instead
Bring 'em to the crib and watch
Them crack my black sofa bed

Comin through your city
Hit the highway burnin rubber (Say What?)
Did I stutter motherfucker? Step out of line
You don't want none of that
You better move back
When you hear the sound of the clap

I goes right for the right price
To touch up your shitty flows
Got more 16's than R kelly home video's
Nowadays I get paid for makin' a rhyme
With major labels at my door step
Waiting in line
Cause it's hard to harness the
Hardest flows that I design blow your mind
Bob your head until your breakin' your spine
I stack chips, mack chicks
Now I'm datin' a dime
And wear my chain all the time
Just to break in the shine

Committing crime is my forte
I'm wanted in four states
For being spotted with sniper gear
On all your tour dates
Shine so bright I gave the sun lessons
What's a Celph Titled verse without
A motherfucking gun reference?
Cause, I'm the cruddiest cat
You better study a map
And coordinate to where your body
Parts are landin' at c-cl-cl-clap
We came to bring the raw back
So you can, chh chh ahhh
Along with the track

Comin through your city
Hit the highway burnin rubber (Say What?)
Did I stutter motherfucker? Step out of line
You don't want none of that
You better move back
When you hear the sound of the clap