(feat. Celph Titled, Open Mic)


[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 raps

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)