Don't Touch That Dial - Apathy, Ras Kass, O.C.

Don’t touch that dial, these rappers tunin' into my style

I’m turning into some vile human beings eating bile

From a corpse, Larry Bird on the basketball courts

I’m East Coast as Puerto Ricans smokin' Newports in Jorts

I’m the Human Torch, flames flicker on my skin

Head covered in pins like Hellraiser, my sins

Are far too numerous to mention, let’s just say that I’m fucked

I’m on a highway to hell inside a gasoline truck

I got hoes on my dick, pussy pics in my inbox

A drawer full of fangs more powerful than Grimlock’s

I’m Mike Tyson rib shots, I’m bright like the Gremlins

I’m Michael Knight revvin' KITT’s engine and assemblin'

A Kalashnikov stormin' the Kremlin

Benchpressin' a Soviet missile, I got a posse of henchmen

Recruited from an alternate time another dimension

I brought down the earth with my scientific invention

Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise

Look me in the eyes, this is all I got

Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks

The Genesis, God said, «Let there be light»

Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise

Look me in the eyes, this is all I got

Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks

The Genesis, God said, «Let there be light»

When 27 my young jawn in the bed and so I’m headin'

To the headphones pressin' the pencil lead, back to the drawin' board

We were skaters then I’ll be shreddin', (720 gazelle flip), I’ll make it look

easy they break a leg

And I’m eggin' 'em on, like break a leg and sing 'em a song

I’m John Legend, the new John Lennon, I’m rhyme legend

Some niggas like every line pregnant, combine segments

Cellular mitosis, the building blocks of creation, divine tetris

I design the outdoor room with no exits, to entertain Cedrics

All in the genetics not the Edison Electrics

If I stomp you with my Nikes I can cross it off my checklist

They left us the underworld not even supposed to survive here

Underground hip hop, we thrive here

Chemistry, C.T., let’s cruise like a PT

Apathy, Ras Kass and O. C

Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise

Look me in the eyes, this is all I got

Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks

The Genesis, God said, «Let there be light»

Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise

Look me in the eyes, this is all I got

Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks

The Genesis, God said, «Let there be light»

When Ap sent out the beacon my pen was ready

Verbal variables with attitudes

When ideas get to spinnin' for a song

It’s negated by the bars and my peers this just the tone

Listen to the voices hit notes blend with the flow

Faint sound of xylophones, pen left and right

Vocal sound as if I’m writing me a

Peep the monotone, after my sixteen’s done

I fold it and place it inside an envelope

Postmark it, first class overnighted back to Gatsby

It’s no race but I call it a track meet

Anchor to the song’s finale, the baton

Passed to me by Ras Kass, lead off by Apathy

When that starter pistol rang and his feet left the blocks

Via Flash, Jay Garrick all rappers saw was a blur

Too quick for the mind’s eye to deny

Non-confirmed release date, to be determined, got these rappers nervous

Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise

Look me in the eyes, this is all I got

Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks

The Genesis, God said, «Let there be light»

Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise

Look me in the eyes, this is all I got

Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks

The Genesis, God said, «Let there be light»

Yeah, O.C., Apathy, RK

It’s another day man.

Let there be light

Roll that spliff up.

Let there be light

Yeah, we’re rocking out

«We are the children of tomorrow’s dream»

This shit feels like UFOs and shit, like aliens nigga