Liquid Swords Tribute Pt. 1 - Apathy

I’m a megaton time bomb, Ap never rhymes soft

That’ll never happen like a Jew reading Mein Kampf

I’m off, my rocker, rocket ship to outerspace

Outta place with them other rappers coming out they face

Outta line, I’mma teach a motherfucker how to rhyme

Blow your eardrums out, they’ll have to teach you how to sign

Y’all sound wack and if you’re counting up your rap quotes

It’s gonna be less than McCain’s votes from black folks

Ap’s white as bar soap

Maybe more like hard coke

Rap’s fucking wack now that Kanye is all broke

While you popping champaigne and blowing out cigar smoke

I’m saving the city with a mask and a dark cloak

No it’s not Batman, he don’t do what Ap can

Jumping in the phone booth desguised as a rap fan

Champion and Timberland replace the cape

On a rampage, enraged like a caged ape escaped

Every rap I ever tape

Every beat I ever made

Has the same effect on you pulling pins from grenades

Or syringes in AIDS victim’s veins

I’m sick, insane, despicable, unfixable in the brain

The thugs disappeared and everybody is fake

It’s like I’m trapped inside a nightmare but I’m still awake

I used to use cream to make cake and shit out gwap

And now they using hip hop to turn rap into pop

And if you’re living in that world today, I’m a world away

Aiming rockets at you to blow that world away

Steady with the heavy metal, your head will be shredded like Kennedy

I’m Connecticut’s deadliest rap pedigree

Pulse pumping break beats, yours pumps techno

A faggot waving glow sticks, your outfits retro

Your haircuts metro, you never got the memos?

I’ll stop you with Timbs till your face looks like Eggos

I’m freezing, I’m cold

I’m the reason it snows

Every season with flows that I speak it expose

So

Grab your Northface, party for four days

The only time we ever wake up early is for a court case