Alba s touto skladbou:
Fort Minor - We Major (Mixtape),
Mike: Hey Ap why don't you do the uh:the intro on this shit
Apathy: Yo Apathy
Mike: Yeah
Apathy: Fortminor
Mike: Uh huh
Apathy: Styles Of Beyond, Demigodz
Mike: Here we go
Apathy
Yo
Ap is like heavy metal and ghettos
Guns, metals and ammos
I Pistol whip Tony and fucked Meadows Soprano
I capped (???) so tell them thugs
That I don't know how to carry more heat than welding gloves
I walk amongst the godas keep my head in the clouds
Oh we show groupie love getting head in the crowds
Put it in your girls mouth blast off like NASA
The master of nastiness transform a classy bitch into
A little sheen freak sadomasochist
Dastardly bastard of rap so disastorous
Spitting, healed a cripple like Christ the miraculous
And fights my savageness turns punks into pacifists
Police clock out like there we go
Always on the watch because I use to carry grow
Always lock her down but I never marry hoes
Barry flows when the flows comes through your stereo
Mike
There we go flipping up a predictable verse
It's a curse to burst words like Turets on purpose
Put the verb like a backhand reject perverse as it is
I cant stop and its making me nervous OK!?
Get me on a track and Im cracking
Packing up a backpack full of tracks on some CDs
Be me, fuck that and not like me
To bite me you need tyo be you times ninety
I got schemes and a team so hyped we
Get on a scene make a scene on the nigthly
Say what I mean whether mean or politely
Living the dream in some clean white Nikes
Or DCs Im not giving a shit
Fuck the words that you heard and the lips that they hang from
I stay banging a bang bang drums and hanging you lames
And the same no names gangs you came from
I don't got an excuse (Nope!) just talking the truth
Im fucking awesome when Im rocking the booth
And I stay ready with hot bloc rocking abuse
Yall are really not stopping us dude
Yeah Tak get up
Tak
It started off get on over and hit the galaxy
Now we are movuing them over they are crowing me the Cali king
Anything tossed on my fuse getting chewed up
With a quota six and little good weight (???) too much
Going to get smacked in the face with an aluminum bats
Your fucking raps as good as me, Bobo and
I said I was rude, step in my shoes, you don't believe me
'You can ask Devin the dude how i strip down the bitch clown stand in my socks
Whip the mother fuckers ass like Im Cannibal wax
You want to be stoned, even with a basket of ice
Get your shit flowing feeling for the casket to drop
You know the S.O.B.s never get the record to style
Breaking the habit is impossible what happened to Tak
He's unleashed, he's a beast so Sledge hand me a bloc
Party, whats your corpses posing for?
The camera was shot. Huh
Styles and Machine Shop, necklace (???) fly no wonder everyone is so petrified
I said
Styles and Machine Shop, necklace fly no wonder everyone is so petrified
You hear that?
