Apathy

Apathy - Public Execution lyrics

(feat. Celph Titled, Esoteric)

[Verse 1: Celph Titled]

I'm an accident just waitin' to happen

Plus i'm an insane muthafucka with a hunger pain,

To be the first blastin

And my gun's a Gatling, forcin' crews to break up

And stickin' up rappers when they walkin' outta Jacobs

I'm on the block with my dogs, walkin you cats

To the depths of Hell, I could have you offed in a snap

Lookin awkward at ya rear view

See my scope peer though?

And hope ya still here to, see your career through

Shoulda seen the bullets racin' in

Now homicide don't know where the shell casings went

Even the finest forensic scientist can't fuck with me

Gettin super ugly with a Ruger right in front of me

Aimin' it at ya mothers tummy

You claim ya carryin' heat? please...

Go finance ya hooptie and you'll find that...

That's the only time you RE-lease

Cuz you ain't never bust a gat, bitch you're bout as ill as a cure

Get my finger near a trigger, i'ma spill it for sure

Fire repetitive shots, leave you beheaded for not...

Respectin' Celph Titled, is you stupid or not?

I came thru wildin' on a murder all mission

And left you fuckin' dead, like a perverted mortician

[chorus cuts]

[Verse 2: Esoteric]

Cats i've assaulted, call me the high exhaulted

Esoterrorist, their cleverest nemesis

I'll forever diss these cats, it's effortless

Sever their wrist, with this disc on the premises

muthafuckas

Journalists said there's none better

You weak creeps read it and weep like love letters

I bring malice

We smash ya palace

Weave past cats like Steve Nash in Dallas

I did ya man a favor by writin' his words

When he didn't have the money that my writin' is worth

Fuck with Esoteric, you go right in a hearse

When you mention dope cats, Seamus Ryan is first

Cuz I keep spittin' heat, till i'm dyin' of thirst

While you try rehearse, you better tighten your verse

Demigodz... labels try to sign us at birth

Just knowin' we could be the finest rhymers on Earth

[Verse 3: Apathy]

I'll rip a whole in the ozone

And leave you suckas spinnin' in space

I'll spit in ya face

To show you how a clitoris taste

At this pace, you bitches'll never finish the race

I'll play the shit from your tapes and make you admit it's a waste

You're always after the cash and after the ass

But you'll only be ashes and gas after the blast

It doesn't matter if ya made of matter or mass

I'm releasin raps so powerful they're shatterin' glass

Put a rapper in a cast from his neck to his toes

Dissectin' my foes... peel away the flesh from the bone

Testin' ya dome, to see if it can take the pressure from blows

That are thrown like small stones in a cyclone

I'm terrible, beatin you faggots

And tearin the beat into fragments

Then eatin rappers...

Like Tarrantulas feedin' habbits

You drop lines, that you fuck hot dimes

But ya cock size will make her eyes roll counter clockwise

I'll crush rhymes with a singular rhyme

If you can't take the weight, it'll injure ya spine

I'm not ill like walkin in the projects with a nine

I'm ill like movin' solid objects with my mind

I was designed by a scientific staff

That studied metaphysics and math

Tryna' develope the perfect paragraph

I'm spittin raps that'll make ya mother laugh

Then travel over water and land, like a hover craft

I raise my staff like Moses

Then open up the oceans,

Till transarent walls of waves are exposin'...

Whales in motion, floatin'...

While deadly tiger sharks are approachin'

Ready to rip 'em open

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