Amon Raw - Apathy, Pumpkinhead, Celph Titled

Yo I don’t care if you a thug or not, you ever fought a juggernaut?

Thoughts travel faster than the speed that a slug is shot

And fuck a one-on-one, bring on four of y’all

I’ll cripple and torture you like a Klingon warrior

Or a Romulan and rob you with the mask of a Hobgoblin

Boggling brains out in the Range with the gas throttlin'

Your bitch' pussy throbbin', dome bobbin', no oxygen

I’m bottlin' blood of a model, and sip it like Scottish Gin

You bitches always in clubs, I can’t feel you

I hate clubs more than baby seals do

Your man raps, he’s an amateur rockin'

And stays pushing a bucket, like a janitor moppin'

I got a toxic gas canister poppin' and fans hoppin'

Out the windows at shows, like death is the only option

Y’all don’t want it so quietly observe this

Comic book nerd who got a loaded Mossberg

When I stepped on stage they stood still

The Sun God, Amun Ra, no chill

The dopest rhymes you ever heard in your life

So if you ever see me drop the mic, tell your boy

To pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

Tell your boy to pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

Yo, you better pay me or it’s payback so don’t tempt me

When it’s gun talk I speak eloquently

This guided missile, split in half your flimsy chopper

Celph without semi’s pop is like Russians without plenty vodka

Kinda like going to Wendy’s for a Whopper

Or The Goonies without Cyndi Lauper

One shot will lop a ear off, yes I’m a murder vet

You tried to choke me but it only felt like a turtle neck

East Coast Bloods banging a five star, Crips banging a six

Demigodz bangin' a whip, hang glidin' from cliffs

It’s like my clique works at the gardenin' center

They bag up every rock and set up shop and got the heart for the winter

We on the top and that’s the best of all

I must be lookin' through binoculars backwards, y’all look hella small

My subject matter never broadens, just gats that splatter organs

But they love my verses so much, they fast-forward the chorus

When I stepped on stage they stood still

The Sun God, Amun Ra, no chill

The dopest rhymes you ever heard in your life

So if you ever see me drop the mic, tell your boy

To pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

Tell your boy to pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

I’m the epitome of underground, I spit maggots and worms

I’m a heat wave, so your ass getting burned

And if I ever get burned, watch my ashes return

To flesh and bone, then I jump my ass out the urn

Grab the microphone from you and start to rap out of turn

And when your crew start to get amped I make 'em relax like a perm

I’m fast with my hands, sorta like Hagler and Hearns

I beat that ass so fast I reverse that ass back to sperm

Niggas be tryin' to cruise with me, but get tossed of the boat

I give them a Tracheotomy so they have to talk through their throat

I make crouching tigers stand up and find hidden dragons

Walk on air like Chow Yun-fat and speak in different patterns

To civilize the savage that helped my people grow

Like sperm and embryos, you got an empty flow

I burn rappers faster than Michael Jackson’s hair

After the Pepsi commercial without rehearsal, yo

When I stepped on stage they stood still

The Sun God, Amun Ra, no chill

The dopest rhymes you ever heard in your life

So if you ever see me drop the mic, tell your boy

To pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

Tell your boy to pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

Rest in peace to my brother P.H., Pumpkinhead

That was my homie for 20 years

Nuyorican cafe, cyphers and shit, '88 hip hop

We came up at the same time

One of the best dudes I ever met in my life

Yeah, peace brother