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Apathy - Science Of The Bumrush lyrics
[Man Speaking]
 I would like to take a few minutes of your time to...
 Give you eh..The evidence on a few typical cases...
 Cases of individuals, which I consider so dangerous to this nation
 [All]
 4, 3, 2, 1
 [Celph Titled]
 In this rap game you can say your better than me
 But on the streets you can't crack as many heads as me
 I take beef seriously; I'd rather beat you with the mic
 than let you battle me with the rhymes you wrote last night
 Those battles in the park you can save that for the 80's
 How I'm a let niggas when they whole crew tried to degrade me
 Give me your albums, run to the store sell 'em back
 Flatten your frame and use your body as a welcome mat
 No hospitality, I'll jus show you a hospital
 I make moves and do things, even God would say's impossible
 A wild animal, eager to break the chain lock
 Your bitch wasn't Asian, but she sure as hell could "Bangkok"
 I get paid just to talk over beats
 Step in your hood, act like I own it, walk all over your streets
 A lot of herbs don't like Celph, and say he's not underground
 But I'm a blow soon, so y'all can jus hate on me now
 I represent New York City, and the life that it leads
 Hustle for dough and stick a ho until her fucking pussy bleeds
 [Open Mic]
 Ayyo I'm too hot blow the spot
 Nitroglycerin
 Sizzling
 Dropping more lines then fisherman
 With hooks to keep you listen
 Feel the friction
 Cuz my diction
 Going to make you move like eviction
 Demigodz in the jurisdiction
 Keep it in mind like intuition
 You think you hitting but your missing
 Cats wishing
 That they had the ammunition
 To witness the documentary
 Of how my raps written
 I inhale a breath within my chest before I'm blessing hip-hop
 I'm taking every shot I got like bulletproof vests
 I never said that I'm the best but I'm better than you
 Try to step but I'm ten steps ahead of your crew
 I'm deaden you
 And every fake move you make
 Embedding you in the dirt
 Till I cause earthquakes
 Say you never heard of me
 But your ho knows my name
 Yo it's Open Mic
 Screaming on tracks like Lois Lane
 [Apathy]
 You couldn't spit if you were a virgin bitch who hates swallowing
 Leave you wit fat lips like chicks getting collagen
 Implants to enhance
 Lips to blow
 My dick for dough
 I'm slick rocking kicks and clothes
 Your girl buys me
 A little upset it don't surprise me
 I get more freaks between sheets than the Isleys
 My record is tight for wrecking the mic
 I know some ho at my shows getting naked tonight
 And all the promoters know if i'm setting it right
 They'll be cops in riot gear expecting a fight
 I'm off the hook
 Ya'll are just soft and shook
 So don't start it
 The meanest in Adidas
 Make a genius look retarded
 Ap's got more raps
 Than cats got drug rapsApathy - Science Of The Bumrush - http://motolyrics.com/apathy/science-of-the-bumrush-lyrics.html
 Slug caps
 Or gats on thug tracks
 I need somebody to blast that
 Cuz I got the bomb set
 Like a Vietnam vets flash back
 [Celph Titled]
 Yo, I rip the head off niggas that try to oppose
 And I don't like to talk to hoes
 Unless they don't where clothes
 Any rapper out there that think they better than Celph
 Can get decapitated with your head on my shelf
 Jus as a little trophy that I like to collect
 I make beef jerky strips from the skin on your neck
 I throw your hype man off the stage from running his mouth
 Me and my niggas on the corner straight dunnin it out
 With the semi-auto heat complete with chrome nozzle
 Jump on the FDR with the whip at full throttle
 My ancestors came from the island in Cuba
 Now I transcend the legacy thru chips in computers
 And take trips to Bermuda, with nothing else to do
 Swear my self under the oath and never tell the fucking truth
 I be so blasphemous I seek shelter in storms
 Beyond the norm avoid the lightning when i'm in human form
 Every verse I write is classic felt by heads everywhere
 Celph Titled number one master of the dragon's lair
 A bone carpenter make figurines out of your skeleton
 Rob you of your soul and take it with me back to hell again
 [Open Mic](Apathy)
 Picture perfectionism
 Whenever I bless the rhythm
 I make heads spin like Rock Steady exorcisms
 Open Mic's the type of emcee who rips scenes
 Bullets stream i'm cutting you clean like wolverine
 With claws popped
 After the verse your jaws dropped
 I'm raw hot
 Big dick
 You're all small cock
 I'm gangsta
 (Wait, no he's not)
 I'm atomically nuclear solar supernova hot
 Defeating me is an impossible plan
 I burn emcees like a tropical tan
 Because no obstacle can
 Stand in the way of one unstoppable man
 I knock your dick in the dirt
 And put your face in the sand
 For those who bite or copy me
 I'm striking like the lottery
 The mic's apart of me
 That goes together like ghettos and poverty
 And don't follow me
 It's possibly due to my high velocity
 Philosophy
 (And I'll fuck your mom muthafucka)
 [Apathy](Celph Titled)
 I got the whole entire planet saying Apathy's fly
 That's why they play me in their walkmans till their batteries die
 From the thugs at crack spots
 That listen with gats cocked
 To cats on laptops
 To jock whatever Ap drops
 These underground backpacker's think I'm crazy
 Cuz my favorite emcees are Biggie Smalls and Jay-Z
 I'm dropping data that could make your Pentium break
 And dick that could make a veteran lesbian straight
 You want to test like a ??? competed
 Stop playing Ap will never be defeated
 I leave the competition mentally stressed
 Like teenage girl taking a pregnancy test
 You better drop the mic from your hand
 You ain't the man
 You jus an overly obsessed fan like Stan
 When you finally built the courage to spit ask Celph
 (Yo the songs over money you played your self)









