[Verse 1: Apathy]
I could talk (*##$es out of they jeans
Gold diggers out of they cream

Little wannabe rap mother$#&@ers out of they dreams
I'm slick, I could talk a hustler out of his fiends
I rap so hot, the water in my spit becomes steam

I'm like a pound of uncut !@%!e when hittin' the scene
Y'all are powder particles that trickled off the triple beam
Stop trippin', little chicken, I ain't payin', I'm pimpin'

If ya waitin' for trickin' then you should date a magician
Wake up and listen, and keep this in the back of your mind
My thoughts are heavy, the weight alone could fracture your spine

Cats swear to God they high, hearin' Apathy's rhymes
And hold a torch up to trees like the back of a dime
These little backpack !@$)gots probably jacked my lines

But like divorce with no prenup, half of it's mine
Y'all are just (*##$es (Esoterodactyl got morgues to fill)
While Ap's on a mission to make green like clorophyll


[Verse 2: Esoteric]
My team drops bread like chicks on health kicks

Ya squad could rock Bird throwbacks and couldn't "sell ticks"
I melt %#@! with the words I spit
Steven King, disturbed and sick

You know Shay's killin' rappers that be speakin' on their dealin' !@%!e days
Only birds you ever flipped was due to road rage
Only gray you ever pushed was due to old age

Bomb grower? Nah dude, the only weed you ever moved was with lawn mowers
You ain't traffickin' %#@!
No package in the back of the whip

No gats, no clips, why you rockin' that watch still?
Only archeologists check for iced-out Fossils
Is this a vintage affair? Them Jordans isn't that rare

Plus they so dingy they resemble my original pair
Servin' AotP? That'd be a head trip
Like a Cali-bred Crip rockin' Cincinnatti Reds %#@!


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Y'all tryin' to put a crease in the cards

Everybody want a piece of the gods

[Verse 3: Planetary]

I spit spontaneously, insane on a beat
Gigantic with the rap, I throw a flame in the street
Nothin' less than a professor manifestin' the heat

So hot, I don't even bring a piece when I beef
Rappers shot, make your casket drop
Pass the block, and get your $$# beat down, we laugh and watch

And it's funny how we throw a rubber band on a knot
Smack you in the face with it and let you have it to shop
And the reason that you bleedin', you disrespected a demon

Cryin' like little (*##$es or newborns that's teething
We urban gorillas workin' with killers
Bow and arrows from the Pharaohs, dog you heard what the deal is

We the realest and you feel us 'cause you probably been through it
Suicidal rap, ^!$$%, cut your skin to it
And %#@! don't matter if you die or live through it

We beat you 'till you piss bluish, hit you with sick fluid

[Verse 4: Des Devious]

I never aim to please, get cut quick, gone with the breeze
And post up, sparkin' my trees
Like it never happened, the captain of fly rappin'

Attackin' with war tactics and write it down in fine graphics
Cause havoc, my "mobb's deep," gun butt, you now sleep
Your funeral be in a week, I dare you to creep

Pack ridiculous heat from sweepin' the streets
The tech nine to your meat, chopper bringin' defeat
To any one who oppose these $$#holes' murderous flows

I'm standin' here close from breakin' your nose
The life that you chose is nothin', why keep runnin'?
Shoot, I'm gunnin', my mother$#&@in' cold deeds is headhuntin'

Frontin' is a waste of time, you get money and shine
On your grind, it's all in your mind
'Cause I've never seen you holdin' a spot, callin' a shot

Pops scorchin' your flesh, you bleedin' to death
Heed these words or meet this bird, Desert
Bangin' at your heartless herbs, heartless herbs, ^!$$%