No Joke
Title | No Joke |
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Artist | Apathy |
Album | It’s the Bootleg Muthafuckas! Vol. 1 |
Release Date | (not set) |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro] Voice 1: Yo, we’re here to break down that science, you nah’mean? You know what time it is? Voice 2: Yeah, yeah, I know what time it is Voice 1: What time is it? Is it Gucci time? Voice 2: Nah, nah, yo, it’s not Gucci time. It’s time to speak the slang of The Demigodz Voice 1: Yo, Apathy, yo, Celph, it’s time to handle business. Step to the mic, baby Voice 2: Bounce with these cats [Verse 1: Apathy] Yo, I got A problem with the mic, so I solve it like a man Grab it by the neck and rock it as hard as I can From Nike on my feet, to the mic that I freak Emcees will agree that I’m precise on the beef Fuck fronting, shut down blocks like “Game Over” Consistently light shit up like chain-smokers Flex and I melt down flesh like flamethrowers Fresh as the dooky gold chain Kane showed us Funny how your honey or your dame came over When you were out last night, couldn’t remain sober You woke up in the morning with a bad hangover I woke up and banged her chocha ‘til the day was over It’s like that (Like what?), like this Motherfuckers trying to diss get put on the hit list Punch punks like I’m pugilist, (you’ll catch the fist) When I be taking out emcees like dogs that need to piss You might also like[Hook: Celph Titled and Apathy] (x2) Easily, I approach the microphone Because I ain’t no joke, joke Easily, I approach the microphone Because I ain’t no joke, joke [Verse 2: Celph Titled] On a scale from one to ten, approximately, I’m a thousand Stomp through your neighborhood, city, or project housing I am something that you’ve never seen before Like your grandparents having sex behind closed doors I rhyme like a scavenger that hunts for his prey And probably kill a dozen rappers and just call it a day All I need is a bitch that’ll give me wet dreams so I can Get my rocks off like erosion in streams. I drop Science like clumsy professors in auditoriums And stretch niggas out like a motherfucking accordion I make you look stupid like cruising the back You can cruise in the Greyhound, and I’ll just cruise in my jet I’m impossible to beat like playing tic-tac-toe Celph Titled is famous for spitting ill rap flows Yo, me and Apathy are like brothers since birth You catch a bad one and get put under the earth [Hook: Celph Titled and Apathy] (x2) Easily, I approach the microphone Because I ain’t no joke, joke Easily, I approach the microphone Because I ain’t no joke, joke [Verse 3: Celph Titled and Apathy] Yo, I find your vital organs and put a machete there Thug type nigga, but bitches say I’m a teddy bear Al Capone style, bruising your back, make you An interracial cat, half-blue and half-black Block attacks with the raps that I spit on wax Shit on cats, everything I flip on DATs Hits hard like Rocky’s spits, cannot be missed Your God be pissed, now I’m on some Nagasaki shit And while you at work, I’ll feed your bitch a sloppy dick I got a hard drive, your man got a floppy dick The only time you’ll have safe sex and be felt Is if you jacked off in a car, wearing a seat belt Your brains melts to mush, your girl felt the rush When Ap’s ‘bout to bust through pelvic thrusts Twist your spine, inflict despicable shit through rhymes Critical, incredible when crippling your pitiful mind Pull out my nine, and it’s body and chalk time You signed a death contract and bled between the white lines Crash the players’ ball, make the chandelier fall Choke house guests with hors d’oeuvres made out of C-4 And metaphors better than yours, settle the scores Leave cats wrapped up in medical gauze You better applaud, you’re feminism, I’ll rip out your skeleton And now, ladies and gentlemen… [Hook: Celph Titled and Apathy] (x2) Easily, I approach the microphone Because I ain’t no joke, joke Easily, I approach the microphone Because I ain’t no joke, joke |