Apathy - Rockafella Freestyle lyrics

(feat. Rise)

[Apathy:]

I just copped 5 G's from a show, but I'm probably gonna blow it

You'll find me in the Acura driving it like I stole it

You wanna diss like you got a trick up your sleve?

Fuck spittin' you would need my permission just to breathe

It's deep, your girl loves it when I rock to the beat

She probably knows all of my raps backwards in her sleep

I'm that cat bitches follow, I make chicks swallow

Cause I get more head than that ghost in Sleepy Hollow

I got a magical spell as visous as voodoo

You're jealous cause I mack hotter bitches than you do

I'm A-P and if you don't know the rest

Then lift up your girls shirt and read it off her breast

[Rise:]

The rules zipped up and changed when I entered the game

I'm on your fuck you list with checks next to my name

Because a lot of things are true and they all hafta be mentioned

If there's a talented you, he's in a parallel dimension

Where up is down, left is right, and right is wrong

My best is alright and they like the songs

But here, that's not the case, we just laugh when you spit

"A Different World" and I'm the star without the glasses that fit

I'm blastin' my skits and headsets and rappin' my shit

The trains locked, you can't switch so you hafta just bitch

They like, "Yo, when is he done?". I'm the cat that's uninvited

I walked by this MC war and got knighted

Lookin' for the crown they like, "Yo, how the hell he gonna lead?"

Rise, the names unknown so I'ma sell CD's

I like when I play, I always got something to say

Smartaleck, but this smartalecks paid to stay

[Apathy:]

I'm like Johnny Mnemonic, my brain slaps boxes laptops

My mainframes made out of a jet planes black box

I got a exo-skeleton with hydrolic biceps

Hi-tech, move the planet Earth when I flex

I inflict flesh eating acid and anthrax

Trapped in those little air bubbles in my Air Macks

I'm unbreakable when riding on Amtrack

My flows packs more pressure than if the Hoover Dam cracked

You better stand back brace for the impact

Infact my raps make your chranium spin back

I gotta freestyle, when I write the pen snaps

You try to jump on tracks but drop like (?)

I spit as right as Kryptonite, split the mic

Sip electrical currents out of the circuits I'm rippin' to shreds

My tech sprays and the lead ricoshays

to embed sideways in your head until it drips red

[Rise:]

They like, "Yo, fuck that nigga Rise, yo who tells him he's fly?"

So after I rhyme some MC's ain't tellin' my bye

But what can you do to a man who's like rubber to glue

You catch mine and the one you threw stuck on you too

I put something in yours right before it bounced at hurts

And now it feels worse, see? And you threw yours first

This young boy on the mic when he's sayin' his poem

Is Bruce Leeroy like his arms waving and glowing

I say I ripped it when I'm writing and even before I spit this

I don't write words anymore, I draw pictures

And verses are stick figures of these MC's slain

My rhyme books like a bunch of bad hangman games

I forgot what I was doing yo before all this rap

But hey, I'd forget my head if it wasn't attached

It's not hard, it's not a riddle, we know Rise gon' win

Cause my quotables outnumber little lines in your skin

Rhymes that'll singe men go home and binge

And get fatter, hence the rapper and the zone I'm in

I hold it down, cause the kids are sleepin

They can't wait for me to come, my shit's the weekend