The Spellbook - Apathy

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 you 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.»