[Intro - Vinnie Paz]
Yeah...hahaha....
Vinnie P!

Celph Titled, Apathy...
Yeah, walk with me!


[Verse 1 - Vinnie Paz]
It's the return of the most $#&@ing grimy on earth
It's a funeral in every single line of my verse

Your mind'll just burst, with every line of Solomon's curse
$#&@ a hummer, Vinnie Pazienza driving a hearse
It climb to reverse, like the lyrics on a dirty record

I carry thirty weapons, burn you with my .30 Desert
Should learn to accept it, it's a path of destruction
I earn my wage with a 30 H you pass, we'll be buckin'

It's no $#&@ing discussion, I'm as hard as granite
I hope my vocal will choke you and then orbit the planet
And then cross the Atlantic, Pharaohs is causing a panic

Arms will be brawling with Planet, saw us and called the mechanics
My baby girl is a .40 cal, I used to tell my older brother "little shorty, wow"
But that was then daddy this is now

You can suck my dick you little $#&@ing (*##$, your block about to bow

[Chorus - Celph Titled]

You better make way, the mother$#&@ing wolves are back
We back at it like a bad habit, no we ain't having it
Tell 'em, you heard we came down

Smack 'em, if they make a sound
No, we ain't backing down
No, we ain't repping them

Get 'em? We got 'em (Pick 'em up, pick 'em up!)
Shoot 'em? We shot 'em (Understand what I'm saying?)
Get 'em? We got 'em (Pick 'em up, pick 'em up!)

Shoot 'em? We shot 'em (Understand what I'm saying?)

[Verse 2 - Apathy]

$#&@ around with the Army and get a split wig
Like Santa Claus, bringing gifts to a Crips' crib
Cuz you're the type that a phony when you try to fight

Hide behind a bouncer and your homies when wild'n right
Nowadays, !@$)got nerd poets be trying to write
On the mic, looking like a Napoleon Dynamite

The foamiest fall, like foliage when they brawl
Tongue spit black magic, unholiest of all
Like the planets revolve around suns and space

I got plans that involve large guns and waste
I got flows that evolve beyond the human race
Try to spit em in your lips or off your tongue and your face

I'm toxic waste, I'm top-secret box lock the safe
I'm blocks with shot cops only dropped in lakes
I'm crack-rock and base with a cosmic taste

To put the fiends into space where the rockets race

[Chorus]


[Verse 3 - Celph Titled]
Yo, is there heaven for a gangster?

No, but there's hell for a !@$)got
Put on my work outfit, with a belt for my rachet
You gonna melt when the gats spit, shoot your mother at your funeral

She fell in the casket, how convenient is that %#@!?
Shoot a flare at my troops, and we letting the gats flame 'em
Put stairs in the booth, and we stepping our rap game up

I'm a boss but I take orders, from gun exporters
Plus I got a keen sense for sniffing out tape recorders
You a snitch? We'll rape your daughter

And bring her down to the ba!@&(t to tape record her
Get your best entertainment lawyer, cuz we about to extort ya
Fake thug, Tom Sawyer, yeah I saw ya, we'll saw ya

With the Black and Decker, slice savagely
I don't gotta use God's name in vain to get my soldiers to blasphemy
And I won't say I'm the best since Rakim and Pac and them

Better yet, I'm the best since Mozart & Bach and them

[Chorus]