No Rapper - Apathy

No rapper can rap quite like I can

No rapper can rap quite like I can

No rapper can rap

No rapper can rap

No rapper can rap, can rap, can rap

I’m like Tyson, way before the tat on his face

A knucklehead punching meteors back into space

Evacuate the Earth, these puny humans in trouble

I’m leaving ruined in rubble, head for the moon on the double

I’m brass-knuckled up, hoody pulled tighter than Elliott

Dippin' quick with E.T.

on his bike basket

I like static, mic addict, white magic spells like a sorcerer

Man with the wingspan of the Nemesis Enforcer

I birth rappers, don’t bite the hand that feeds you

I’ll bite back, I’ll eat you, devour and defeat you

I’m lethal with raps, only leave you with scraps

Of the meat that you sink your teeth through

That was Ap’s, it’s a fact Fuck hoes till they backbones collapse

Who the fuck gassed you up?

You’s a sucker for snatch

Suffering succotash, motherfuckers is trash

Next time you listen to your buddies, wear a gas mask

What I blast, similar to nuclear waves or atom bomb

Back to the lab, turn rap to ancient Babylon

Sinners can soak in hellfire for treason and these new jacks

Get slapped in they craps for breathing and

It’s freezing in the summer, July and June will seem

Colder than night on the dark side of the moon

You collide with a goon who spawned inside a cocoon

Fuck whores inside a saloon, then ride to high noon

Any survivors consumed, or left alive with the fumes

Are liable to be suicidal, left inside of a tomb

You should stay off the mic, stick to being a fan

Cause no rapper can rap quite like I can

No rapper can rap quite like I can

No rapper can rap quite like I can

No rapper can rap

No rapper can rap

No rapper can rap, can rap, can rap

I’m a bionic commando, rocking metal gear

Find me in the studio with a dead engineer

And I’ll never shed a tear for the shit I shouldn’t had did

Shatter bones when I shove a shank into your ribs

I’m the lord of the rings, four fingers and brass knuckles

Walking on the surface of Saturn, breathing gas bubbles

Heavy ammunition, I’m a powerful magician

And someone’s a demon when four moons are in position

I’ll be cocking back a cannon that mechanically links

With an army rolling deeper than the Gramercy Riffs

Separate fact from myth, word, Ap is the shit

Suckers get lit, jugulars slit, I’m running this shit

I’m rep-killing suckers from Tokyo to Temecula

Rocking my competitors to knock 'em out this nebula

I can assemble several metal weapons in seven seconds

Set 'em up to puncture while you pumping Evanescence

Rappers get soft every second, so I ain’t sweating y’all

Flows I compose stay flammable as ethanol

So on Friday I’m practicing gunplay

Playing Rebecca Black backwards to Black Sunday

Ready to rip, we’re rapping the repetition

I’m dope, the definition of death and demolition

Priests get premonitions and pray

They not praying, it’s peace

Cause A-P is a beast, I don’t play

Way too forty I kill rappers in my way

Swear to God 99% of new jacks are gay

With they nerdy-ass voice and they little frat flow

Rip they soul out they throat, throw it through a black hole

I blackout, pack backpacks with black pistols

Leave you shook as criminals seeing the bat signal

So fall the fuck back, stick to being a fan

Cause no rapper can rap quite like I can

No rapper can rap quite like I can

No rapper can rap quite like I can

No rapper can rap

No rapper can rap

No rapper can rap, can rap, can rap