Ain't Nuthin' Nice

I'm Undefeatable, Biggie would even say I'm unbelievable

Plus quick to flip like Sport Utility Vehicles

I crush years, so don't ever come near,

Cause it was done from the beginning like Father MC's career

A new title holder is here this year

Ap's raps got more pussies open than pap smears

The nicest emcee, you'll never dispute

Cause I've been rappin since the tree on your Timb boots was roots

I knock more boots than 40 deuce prostitutes

but not for loot, only if she's hot and cute

Try and cock block my game it's complete violation

Cause Apathy's got more hoes/hose than firestations

I face off with imitators and take off

Bring more flavor to the beef than steak sauce

You think your phatter than Apathy, but you way off,

You're soft, and you've done more weight loss than Kate Moss

Chorus: repeat 4X

Let me tell you about my only vice

It has to do with rockin mics and it ain't nuthin nice

[Apathy]

Your sh*t's finito, I wrap up beef like a burrito

Underground flow, down low, incognito

The torpedo, that tore flows, that tore shows,

through tore clothes, before blows, through torsos,

It's Apathy, so large my physical mass occupies

multiple galaxies like god off calories

I cock back, rock raps for dickriders,

My mic is something you should never pick up like hitchhikers

Above average, y'all better practice

Even weak emcee's consider you the wackest

I heard your debut joint, your song ain't hot

Its something that a crackhead would pawn for rock

I got bombs, with glocks on lock to blow spots

My flow clocks the speed of mach and won't stop

You got a lot of hype, but I know you're a flop

Nothin's really gonna happen, like when the ball drops

You all stop, you all pussy clot,

mushy as when a cookie drops in milk

I pop like when rookie cops with glocks and felt nervous at first

But the verses reverses, the guilt from the suckers I killed

I cop green, last and burn like hot steam

Spit one rhyme and destroy the pop scene

You cum too quick like a teen with hot dreams

You wack, while I crack more heads than rock fiends

Chorus [4x]

[Apathy]

I hold power like Imhotep controls magic

Spin old jazz wax, and spit over static

I want hip hop to come back and make classics

Nas should spit it like he did for Illmatic

My raps add up, like numbers in mathmatics

I got more tracks than arms of crack addicts

My wax acts like an axe hackin up faggots

Im fly, like the adult stage of maggots

Apathy is the illest on mics its like a habit,

Even ask Ed O.G. "I Got to Have It"

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I bubble your mouth full, like South Pole jackets

It's tragic, why you even mess with this rap sh*t

Nobody wants to fuck with you like busted fat chicks

Ya clips aint full, when you pull your gat clips

Now how you gonna battle this, spittin that wack sh*t

Chorus [8x]

Demigodz, Apathy, we on the cut, you know the deal

my man Unknown on the ones and twos

yall suckas can lose,

there is no competition, yall know how we do

it aint nuthin nice