Run for Your Life - Apathy, O.C.

Antarctica Cold while the flow unfolds, listen

While I breath through sixteens and twenty-fours

Rappers I leave froze, suspended in the mist

Of a green glow as if I’m Green Lantern with his ring on

Different dimensions I’m in tune with mind, body and spirit

Which mix would I do?

So authentic

I reach deep, pulling out scenes of cinema action and drama

Dark comedy and horror

So long as I’m honest in this world of give and take a change artist

Freeing my words can be cathartic

Bombarded by the image to fit in and get accepted

With honest this game is fickled so shit ain’t promised

Best bet to change careers, I’m sort of a seer

At times things are hazy or I see quite clear

To be accepted by my peers nowaday’s a pleasure principle so

Pleading the case with no facts is inadmissible

You better run for your life

Stay inside at night

You better run for your life

It’s the end of the world as you know it

Walking through the desert, canteens full of gasoline

Makeshift torch fashioned from a fashion magazine

I don’t wear that skirt shit, I ain’t on some Earth shit

Travel from the further scratches of the universe shit

Greatest rappers ever known until they master how to clone

Electrodes are on my skull, grafts snapping out my dome

I’m R.A.W., Fukushima sushi

The shit I do to groupies is gruesome as horror movies

Talk to me, my language is more ancient than Latin

I’ll flatten these suckers rapping like boxers after you packing

A pact of the rap, rattles your dishes up in the cupboard

Discovered I’m so powerful my whole house hovered

Above the ground, about six feet, for like six weeks

You think shit’s sweet?

I’ll sweep the Legoland pipsqueaks

Kublakai nuclear wind and look at the glowing sky

Blowing by the competition, compositions written by the most high

You better run for your life

Stay inside at night

You better run for your life

It’s the end of the world as you know it