The Smackdown

Lyrics

[Intro: Rise] Rise, Apathy, C-Rayz Walz, and Celph Titled [Verse 1: Rise] I'm so stuck up, you could see my head from nine blocks Keep my rhymes locked in a metal safe with time locks Waitin' for a thief and we've been training for weeks By shootin' pimples off a fly's cheek at eight hundred feet Don't do it cause if I get all mad and pissed You couldn't be saved if cops came with formatted discs Access 360—no face in my camp And when it's all said and done, I'll have my face on a stamp I recycle old verses if I think nobody's heard it In this rap game I'm nobody (Why?)—nobody's perfect Once I come out, rappers are droppin' in piles Labels'll only sign your ass if you copy my style There's a lot of wack niggas and it's only gettin' weirder Get your CD's for free and only use 'em as a mirror [Bridge: Apathy] Yo, yo, yo, check this shit [Verse 2: Apathy] When I be spittin' raps, rippin' wax, gats start clickin' back Chickens act frickin' wack backstage, lickin' sacs Suckin' nuts, fuckin' sluts up in butts, bustin' up Jealous rappers runnin' up, but they need to toughen up Masterin' the battlin' when batterin' your calvalry Apathy is actually the baddest in this galaxy Critical, the pinnacle of lyrically invincible Your pitiful epitome of common monosyllable Rap style's fragile—stack you in the wack pile Nobody wants your shit like a used crack vial Understand this and only this: I'm dissin' your writtens And if ya pissed we could take it up with our fists 'Cause I be rippin' wack foes with wack flows new assholes Punch out foes with flows like Glass Joes Fast or slow, pick apart those like afros Rip ya face up like space from black holes I mack dips, stack chips, fuck gat clips Ap rips phat shit when I spit rap scripts Rockin' microphone chrome, leavin' bones broke Y'all are played out like Tone Loc, Ap's no joke! [Verse 3: Celph Titled] This is history in the making—you better get your camcorder tuned You couldn't move me driving a U-Haul through a transporter room You half-a-quarter-doomed—to 12.5 seconds I'm that out of order goon that'll transform to a monsoon This Cuban nigga runs through rappers with the one-two With my guns drew, so what the fuck you gonna do? When I be sonning cats with my futha muckin' stunning raps In fact, I'll fuck your bitch in the back of the ass crack and bust a nut in that (Urgh) You get no receipt when all sales are final I'll leave you beside yourself like the other side of the vinyl They call me Celph Titled cause no words describe me I stomp through your projects with the cavalry behind me Honestly, the day ya wax is in stores taking residence Is the day we see a female, black, homosexual president "You talkin' shit to me?" I'll put the slug in your face Attach razors to my shoes so I could cut to the chase You couldn't drop knowledge if you through an encyclopedia off a cliff I grab my rifle, load the clip, and scratch you off my list The illest nigga to walk the planet, how do I know this? 'Cause I got sent to Hell but they kicked me out because I froze it [Verse 4: C-Rayz Walz] I write rhymes on toilet tissue—lyrics tear your ass up You drop wack shit—the only reason you pass butt I write dope with heroin pens—take it in vein I scream, "Uno!" just to put one in your brain You're a dumb fuck like retarded group sex I skip the line, then ask who's next Cut your ears off and asked if you heard me Cause you're not Worthy like James without the Laker jersey Word be I'm off the wall like an ugly portrait Like a blind referee, I can't call it You got asshole lips—you might as well talk shit But you can't play me—I'm like a broke Walkman Dungeon and Dragon flames cook your brain I diss all wack rappers cause y'all look the same Ace Lover would say, "Oh, hell no!" I shoot you in the foot just to give you shell toes I damage ya, take your stamina Give you dynamite implants—you'll have explosive character Stab you in your left eye—make you see how I write You pussy—don't sleep on me without ya night light Fuck the bedbugs—I don't want ya chick to bite I'm the only Superman that smokes Kryptonite I wiled on tracks and make wack rappers stop You couldn't come on time if you jerked off in front of clocks Faggot Boy!