Styles Ain’t Raw

Lyrics

[Intro: Apathy] Yeah, you know we came up on an era where everybody was original, had to have their own style and shit. Now everybody tryin' to sound like everybody else [Chorus: Dice Raw sample] I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more Wack emcees wanna flex but their styles they bore I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more Wack emcees wanna flex but their styles they bore [Verse 1: Apathy] It's like I conjured demons, got bitches at my concert screamin' Like a naval recruiter, they truly want the sea men Rip emcees at the seams, leave 'em stomped as cement I bring these motherfuckers hell if they don't repent Give 'em aneurysms when I start usin' big words So I speak to 'em real simple like Big Bird This has been brought to you by the letter "A" Better pray you get away when I let Berettas spray Get erased, get replaced real quick in this rap biz Like the wrong answers on a second grade math quiz Sick of simplifyin' for you simple minded Simple Simons This is simple science when I spit it's signifyin' That my spit is fryin', I could spit shine the Sun's surface With verses hot as fire, breathin' dragon's burpses I hate to burst your bubble but you faggots been bottle fed Noddin' your noggin to what I'm sayin' like bobble heads I'll boggle your mind and crack a bottle of wine Over your dome 'til your skull's at the bottom of your spine So dope you got to rewind a lot of the rhymes If Jesus Christ read my notebook then God will go blind [Chorus: Dice Raw sample] I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more Wack emcees wanna flex but their styles they bore I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more Wack emcees wanna flex but their styles they bore I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more Wack emcees wanna flex but their styles they bore I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more Wack emcees wanna flex but their styles they bore [Verse 2: Celph Titled] When I speak it's a problem, I'm a beast and a goblin Fuckin' a MILF that closely resembles Marie Osmond And I've been layin' in the cut Mind controllin' elephants, stab your face with a tusk Orchestrator of death, I am a black reverend Monitor your stats, it's all you need is Monistat 7 Singin' Eye of the Tiger but you in eyeliner Mile high club, flight attendent goin' down on a guy sky diver Ed 209 malfunction 500 rounds I'm dumpin' A Gatling gun to your dome we act like dynamite inside a pumpkin Sadistic appendages, my whole body's evil Havin' fun with two guns hittin' (Like some double desert eagles) We cop cars that look like cop cars And got helicopters to zero in on hella cop cars And send a missile at your official tissue 'Cause your track sound gayer than the Mr. Wendel instrumental Detrimental to your squad, I'll distance members And dismember body parts and gift rap 'em for this December Death is the plan, you will meet Ed McMahon when I clear you out 'Cause bombs that I publish be clearing house [Chorus: Dice Raw sample] I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles they bore I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles they bore I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles they bore I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles they bore [TV Show sample (Chino XL):] Look! Up in the sky. It's a bird! It's a plane! It's... (The Puerto Rican Superhero!) [Verse 3: Chino XL] Yo, I'm angry like my momma just beat me with a Switch Madder than Nick Cannon when Eminem be dissin' his bitch Big Chino is known to be a wild kid Y'all refuse to get tested, you know, that Pacquiao shit Wherever there's drama I'ma fly and find the fucker Beat him in the face 'til he's ugly like Usher's baby's mama I pray for ya death and I pray that I'm the cause of it Idiot, killin' a blind man with his own walkin' stick My quickest simplest rhythms out-riddle all arithmetic's I memorize ridiculous, I can hypnotize a hypnotist Spittin' less than 33 ounces, still considered a liter My skills are far fetched like a Labrador Retriever Mira I keep a lot of bars, only rivaled by the God of Mars Watchin' Mya's ass shake on Dancing with the Stars My foes plot against me My verbal molest and deserve to be put in chairs of electric like Roman Polansky I put that I target artists on my resume And place 'em in puddles of blood you can see 80 miles away Your survival is decided by which side of the bed I wake up on Worship the works of the wordsmith like it was a cross My effect on women's hard to explain I can piss on they head and convince them that it's rain I'm vain, my six pack makin' bitches love me more Get out of line, get punched like you Snookie on The Jersey Shore My raw thoughts are awful I'm so twisted I could eat an iron nail and shit out a corkscrew My writtens are displayed inside of Egyptian pantheons Chino's bananas, I spit potassium and calcium and umm You ain't feelin' my spillings? Only a minor lost cause I am bad to the bone like a rotting corpse My murder monologue keep rappers scared to go up in the booth Like it's Magic Johnson's wife's vagina raw [Chorus: Dice Raw sample] I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more Wack emcees wanna flex but their styles they bore I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more Wack emcees wanna flex but their styles they bore [Outro: Celph Titled] Yeah. The coalition of the spoken word crack cookers Celph Titled. Apathy. Chino XL. Shuttin' shit the frrruck down Buckwild. D.I.T.C. Forever and ever motherfucker [Sampled from the film American Gangster] Or would you rather me throw you in the fuckin' river? Or would you rather your house blows up next time? [News Report Sample] "An attorney in Orange County made an explosive discovery last night at his office. He found a grenade hanging on his door! He told police he was heading into work late to wrap up some unfinished work, when he spotted the hand grenade and stopped dead in his tracks. The bomb squad removed that device, they haven't said yet if it was actually a live grenade." [Sample:] "I'ma blow this motherfucker up if I don't get my motherfuckin' change!" [Sampled the film The Running Man] *Rocket Sled crashing into billboard* "Well that hit the spot!"