Apathy, Celph Titled, DJ Premier - Stop What Ya Doin' lyrics

Good evening, i wanna take this time to
We're gonna get rough, rugged and
Raw for a minute oh, who
Me? I go by the name of
DJ Premier so I guess we
Should do what we do, when we do what we do
Aight?

Alright, stop what ya doin'
'cause I'm about to ruin
The image and the style that you're used to
'Cause, I’m about to ruin
The image and the style that you're used to

I got an appetite for destruction, Ap is back
Murder beats, get hoes
There's an app for that grab the battle axe
Jacked X-Clan’s pink Cadillac (Sissy)
I'm a Garbage Pail Kid
Doing the Cabbage Patch
Play chief, get shot with a stray arrow


You suckers imitate more rappers
Than Jay Pharoah rockin' gay apparel
Them jeans'll make you sterile
I'm steady stockin' the ammo and
Cockin' the double barrel
Rock a show hard as an
Army of Viking warriors
Stormin' your little village then
Pillage 'til we victorious
Stories of us painted on the walls of caves
An image of your bitch suckin'
On my balls for days
I'm like Genghis Khan on the back of a horse
Or Billy Joel with a bottle of Jack
On the dash of the Porsche
Blast with the force of Soviet
Rockets in cold wars
You're on tour baggin' whores with cold sores
Do the wisdom, fuck bitches to the rhythm
I'm hard as nuclear fission
A student of pugilism
Which means Ap'll knock your
Motherfuckin' head off
I'm logical like Spock
Drink vodka like Chekov

Alright, stop what ya doin'
'cause I'm about to ruin
The image and the style that you're used to
'Cause, I’m about to ruin
The image and the style that you're used to

Pirate mentality
Teeth holdin' a knife in place
Meet me on a rap tour and
A raptor might bite your face (grr)
And what would happen is you'll
Get shipped out in packages
Thank God I keep the meat
Tenderizer in my cabinet
But truthfully (what?) , my vision varies
I go from a visionary to a
Vicious leader of killer militaries
Usin' old machine guns
Why I need better gats?
These’ll still burn holes in motherfuckers
Like a treasure map (Blat)
Think that Celph's soft
And I'mma just stare at y'all
'Cause, I'm Cyclops
And yes the sunglasses are off (ah)
So get a bulletproof armor
Suit and chin guard army surplus galore
I’m throwin' more than ten darts (yeah)
My prestige is presidential
I'm prevalent when you pressin'
The pressure, preppy, i'm preppin' my pistol
(aw) i'll cast a pyramid hex that leave you
Dickheads covered in blood like period sex

Alright, stop what ya doin'
'cause I'm about to ruin
The image and the style that you're used to
'Cause, I’m about to ruin
The image and the style that you're used to

I break through all barriers
Trust Ap’ll bury ya
Nowadays rappers sound like
Cartoon characters (Hilarious)
Raps I write cover an area where
Paragraphs are larger than aircraft carriers

Swearin' yeah my middle finger
Express my hand gesture (Fuck you)
You a she man dressed in
A dress like Fran Drescher
Cro-Magnon with a crowbar, I might eat you
Pro with a Magnum
Keep you in check like Nike sneakers

I’m white as wife beaters on
White trash on cop shows
Sellin' stolen Picassos in front of Costco's
This is the Demigodz gospel
Unholy and hostile
Acidic apocalyptic apostles

Pop those snot nosed thugs who act
Mail-order a gun and they afraid
To pop the bubble wrap
My gun powder’s dusting 'em
My guns and them is troublesome
My Glock alone is like a foster
Home 'cause I be sonnin' 'em

Alright, stop what ya doin'
Cause, I'm about to ruin
The image and the style that you're used to
'Cause, I’m about to ruin
The image and the style that you're used to