We Get Down - Apathy

I’m shittin' on crews like I’m eatin' ex-lax and drinkin' prune juice

Mad fly like you let a helium balloon loose

Other people say I’m feelin' em like a masseuse

You’re played out like a bubble goose in lug boots

You other crews poppin' all that shit are fuckin' thuggables

Talkin' bout you put a slug in whoever would fuck with you

That’s nothin' new, bein' hard and tryin' to find the thug in you

But you touchin' the mic is through, that’s somethin' for us to do

I can’t even feel another rap about some gossip

Or Glock clip, a block clique, or how you got the hot shit.

Stop it!

And all you space prophets in your rockets

If you can analyze your optic sockets when you try to rock it

You bore me, with your galactical cosmic stories

Take a deep breath and come with somethin' hotter for me

Fuck sippin' a forty and icin' your shorty’s jewelry

Most of y’all are broken and shit, you don’t fool me

So-called player, rockin' fake alligator

Walkin' through the club, disconnect your cellular and pager

You can take a lesson from me on who’s the hottest

Who could pull a goddess in five minutes and get her topless

My strategy is, «Hello Shorty, my name is Apathy.»

Automatically I got her and her friend attackin' me

Up in my grill kickin' game and mack at me

On the dance floor, one in front and one in back of me

I’m not sayin', «I'm the man», well… Yes I am

I would even be dope if I drove in a Trans Am

With my windows tinted, cheap speakers bumpin' Def Leppard

I’m nice when I wreck it, so everybody get down

We grab mics and get down

Whether above or underground

The new hot sound we get b____?

Respect and love for the sound

We grab mics and get down

Whether above or underground

The new hot sound we get b____?

Respect and love for the sound

I’m the definition of the lyrically trife

I spit one rap and fuck your mind up for life

Lobotomies are given out free like clinic rubbers

But I still bust through and make virgin girls mothers

Y’all genuflect more than Monica Lewinski

You couldn’t be dope if they quantum leaped you in me

On scales of 1 to 10, I’m 20, I crush many

I’m that bastard in South Park that keeps killin' Kenny

I rip raps backwards on tracks

Reverse wax, blows the smack

Wack-ass emcees always tryin' to battle me

Frontin' like his squad’s favorite emcee ain’t Apathy

Nowadays kids are all about Puffy and?

Did Hip Hop heads forget about Bam?

Zulu!

I’m the one to bring it back like stealin' from a store

And have your mother catch you out as you walkin' out the door

In war I grab the mic to fight and settle scores

Kick in the door, waivin' my metaphors

Profound like tryin' to break down molecular compounds

I’m Apathy the Alien Tongue, so everybody get down

Punch n' Words they get down

The Jedi Mind Tricks get down

The Equilibrium’s down

Wiseguy and Gaston get down

7L and Esoteric get down

The Demigodz got the sound

My man LT will get down

Superfriends they get down

Wild Style crew will get down

Metaphor got the sound

The Mountain Brothers they get down

Rakim Allah holds the crown

My man Dark?

is down

Eternia got the sound

Mr. Mayday gets down