(feat. Celph Titled, Ryu)

[Verse 1: Apathy]

Yeah...
I'm like a '88 classic, Apathy goes back
To Fila's with straps and Don Mattingly throwbacks

I'm back (*##$, on some $$#hole rap %#@!
Rarely ever seen like Asian dudes with black chicks
You mutha$#&@as wanna scrap? Be quiet!

You know when Apathy drops, you happily buy it
All these cats are a riot, wanna rap, so they try it
But'll quit as quick as Ruben Studdard on the Atkins diet

I ain't the type to blow scratch on tricks
Slap tricks in the trap if teeth scratch the dick
Chicken's in the kitchen makin' chicken from scratch and %#@!

Check it, Chum's on the track with the scratch and mix
Y'all don't even understand who you scrappin' with
I got Timbs in the trunk, won't scratch my kicks

Y'all are brewin' up a plot, tryin' to get Ap to flip?
Do yourself a favor - scratch that %#@!, 'cause...


[Chorus:]
Even though mutha$#&@as tryin' to see me...
[Jay-Z:] "Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me"

The way I think, I make it look easy
[Jay-Z:] "Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me"
You got doubts, but please believe me

[Jay-Z:] "Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me"
Go ask your mom to cop this CD
[Jay-Z:] "Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me"


[Verse 2: Celph Titled]
The Rubix Cuban's at your door, but I ain't singin' no carols

I'm like Donkey Kong, I got you ^!$$%z dodgin' my barrels
Don't give a $#&@ where your label's from
We runnin' up in your office, holdin' your CEO hostage with a staple gun

And ain't no stoppin' this don; I got soccer moms
Puttin' glocks in their palms and wildin' out to opera songs
Blow off your brim, turn your fitted to a kufi

I'm like Ricky Ricardo except, "I Love Uzis"
When I'm in the crowd, these rappers are shook
They won't stage dive unless they got a harness with a grapplin' hook

Damn right, my raps are real ill
The Celph Titled talkin' doll says, "Kill, kill"
Oh, you's a tough guy, sayin' that you brawl in these fights?

But you got your nose broken by a white (*##$ from a volleyball spike
Old timers ask me where I got my pimp game from
'Cause I got 99 (*##$es and ain't a problem with one


[Chorus]


[Verse 3: Ryu]
I'm the one to call when your third verse is free
Slip slugs in a pump and disperse emcees

Six gunner with a potty mouth, spittin' up mud
I stay trippin' with a 40 oz., sippin' them suds
Outta Cali with a bang, (*##$! $#&@in' insane, (*##$

The man savin' L.A., forget about Game, (*##$
I never claim Crip, but I'll murder my language
If I can't handle it quick, I'll have it arranged then

Last nine summers, you been suckin' the same dick
But Jay's gone, and I'm still $#&@in' 'em brainless
At the Holiday Inn, my Doc Holiday grins

A little too much for one, so I'll probably get twins
Let the party begin, take it back to the telly
Your body is doper than !@%!e, but your crack is smelly

At the show, they was rippin' all their panties and bras down
They love it, 'cause officially I'm one of the godz now


[Chorus]