Apathy - The Spellbook lyrics

There ain't nobody survivin'
There ain't nobody alive
Unless you made out of metal
Like RoboCop or Johnny 5
Evil washed out the hive
Clive Barker has arrived
Nosedive into the side of your
House with a G-five
Gee-whiz Mom, why you tryna make me get along
With all these sucker motherfuckers who
Make all them shitty songs?
I'm a vampire walkin' on the
Surface of the sun
There's a motherfuckin' nuclear furnace
Inside my lungs
You better do some soul searchin'
Look how crazy you've become
Like seein' a nun twerkin' while
She's purchasin' a gun
You say you reppin' Brooklyn in your
Raps but you're still a herb
Who moved into the gentrified
Section of Williamsburg
I know the type of kid
The type who hid in every fight he did
Jumpin' on the mic and frontin' like
He lived the life of Big
I'm like lightnin' shootin' right in the wig
Billed a butcher slicin' a pig
Right through the ribs

I put a spell on you every word, every line
Every rhyme is control of the mind
I put a spell on you every day, every night
Every verse I write by candlelight
I put a spell on you full moons overhead
Words glow on the page that I read
I put a spell on you
In the deepness of the woods
In a circle with a torch wearin' hoods
I put a spell on you

Who got the mox? Motherfucker just watch
I spit megawatts that black out
A thousand city blocks
Fuck Glocks got a Springfield armory
Accurate as medieval archery
That'll drain the plasma from your arteries
You're part of me, I'm partly retarded
A martyr taggin' cop cars with a fat marker
Nobody harder i'm Megalosaurus armor
I'm quicker than Peter Parker
Put crop circles in fields then
I'm fuckin' the farmers daughter
I travel through vortexical portals
Made out of water
I slaughter the competition with spittin'
Why would you bother?
The author of holy scripture but
I'm not the Holy Father
Ghostwriter like Shakespeare If you
Makin' the right offer
Them other rappers are softer
Get buried with Jimmy Hoffa
Get off of me this is awfully
Obvious y'all are jockin' me
Usin' quotes from verses
Like reverse psychology
Rap isn't gettin' better
Y'all just used to poorer quality
And I don't give a fuck if you
Tell me you never felt me
'Cause ya probably just jelly your
Favorite rapper couldn't melt me
I probably shot some babies in
Your baby mama's belly
And her telly, watchin' Belly
Wouldn't beat it 'cause she smelly
No name rappers who sweat
Themselves really isn't healthy
Doesn't make sense like a
Paparazzi takin' a selfie
Let it marinade on some ice
I'm Kevin Arnold on the mic narratin' my life

I put a spell on you every word, every line
Every rhyme is control of the mind
I put a spell on you every day, every night
Every verse I write by candlelight
I put a spell on you full moons overhead
Words glow on the page that I read
I put a spell on you
In the deepness of the woods
In a circle with a torch wearin' hoods

I put a spell on you every word, every line
Every rhyme is control of the mind
I put a spell on you every day, every night
Every verse I write by candlelight
I put a spell on you full moons overhead
Words glow on the page that I read
I put a spell on you
In the deepness of the woods
In a circle with a torch wearin' hoods
I put a spell on you

"Every religious, mystical
And philosophical sect has had exactly the
Same difficulty from the beginning of
Time where it is the person who
Really believes that the esoteric
Truths of life are some kind of a
Secret and that it is possible
To find the key buy it, steal
It, beg it, borrow it
Through some way to get it and that
By means of this key we
Can suddenly unlock the shut door of
The palace of the King"