Word to the 23rd Freestyle - Apathy

I’m the misbehaving, pistol waving, shooting shifty ricocheting

It’s amazing instigating, fights till my fist will breaking

Bitch you’re slaving, this is Satan in the flesh, no imitation

Stoned of the grim stone, hell fire inhalation

Impatient sick of waiting, sick of pacing in my room

In syncopation with the shit that’s playing feel it boom

Sick of chasing chicks I’m dating, dick 'em and I’m quickly skating

Spitting insignificant ignorance mixed with information, inspiration

Hoes indoor, fasten indication kids are waiting

For the latest Demigodz installation, integrating

Deadly virus, vaccines in the patient here’s an invitation

Got your sister tied up in my basement

Innervating flows, old literate can’t take No Doz'

Like I’m sick and laying in my bed hallucinating

Shoot to facing, ahhh

Dudes are waiting outside your hospital room pacing

While you’re recuperating I’m feasting

On raps no doubt Ap’s beasting

We bullet holes from gats you cats are just bee stings

These things that we do are actions of heathings

Fuck with me you lucky that your lungs are still breathing

Achieving things that most humans could not

Since I was little in the cold and my nose was leaking snot

Fuck what Dead Prez said nothing is bigger than hip hop

It’s a long shot, but I’ll be at the top

Ap’s unstoppable, smash through any obstacle

Get money long as cocaine stay choppable

Walk upon a chick and mask her astrological

Vomit on myself I’m sick of how phenomenal

I rock the mic it’s like a biological

Weapon that explode and melt your body molecules

Uzi in a shopping bag making less spottable

A meth manufacturer, Ap’s so methodical

Bad news motherfucker, can't outfox

Straight villain we filling up socks

With jagged box, the batteries in my winter hats

95% of about getting stacks is stripping chicks

Naked like cinemax

Got New England on padlock

Visit your little sister in college to steal a laptop, bitch

That’s word to my Reebok black top

I’m at home on Xbox fucking at black ops

Ever since Chris sang about a black cop

I was down at Sesame street selling the Fraggle’s rock

It’s wicked cold out, throw on your winter coat

We the reason why your little bitch is so into coke

I put your head out, I put your head out

Jump off an spread out

I put your head out, I put your head out

Pump put your head out

Jump off and spread out

I put your head out