When You Need Me

[Apathy:]

the most toxic, dough overflows the pockets

with ho's so exotic, it blows your optics

I'm flashy, Egyptian kings couldn't surpass me

chameleon Nikes that change colour to match me

I used to date a gangster bitch like Apache

but that dumb ho pronounced my name A-pathy

and ever since William Cooper been deceased

police watch every AOTP release

and they tap when we speak

when we rap over beats

when we crap when we eat

or relax with a freak

I'm a emperor, stay with a crown as a jury

ride around when we dirty to the sound of the fury

you're unworthy, to walk this ground or observe me

back packers pack bags leave town in a hurry

the AOTP, we just similar citizens

sinister circle of serpants eatin virgins for dinner

emergin as winners, from summer to winter

the sons of the ministers burnin down churches

and chokin Jehova's witnesses

Known for they viciousness, the ignorance kings

who hang ho's from the ceiling by their clittoris rings

Manchurian Candidate, who's brain went AWOL

walkin' through hurricane rainfall, with a chainsaw

Dr. Claw, droppin' y'all, only see my hand bitch

catch you in the subway and serve you a knuckle sandwich

Vinny that's my brother, that motherfucker helped me

my first appearance ever was a Jedi Mind LP

so till our blood is absorbed, in morgue floor boards

we'll live by the sword, and die by the sword

[Planentary:]

... It's the raw, Planetary

Let me explain the rain that is intended

to drown the universe and drain the heads selected

I'm like a pet detective, watchin' your dogs

I'm dodgin' the law, cops saw me plot in the fog

so I scooped Vinnie Paz, nigga hop in the car

I'm rockin' Pac, Big Pop, D-Block and Ras

somebody gotta die, if I gots to go you gots to go

but I'm a die, with a hot flow

Timbs with my socks low

my death wish is to die on the Soul Plane

next to Chuck D., Coltrane and Cobain

I never sniffed a fuckin' line of cocaine

I'm r.a.w., youngins don't know Kane

you just a lyin' coward

I'm rap's Brian Howard

swingin' bats for the raps for ten violent hours

Paz dial the numbers, I supply 'em with thunder

it's the fourth quarter, bottom of summer(hahahaha...)

[Vinnie Paz:]

Yeah! Planet, What up baby?

Apathy, what up cousin?

AOTP in the buildin'

What up Reef, what up Mach

7l, Eso(teric) King Syze

all of y'all it's love baby

Yeah!

Yo I'm God incarnate, from the grimiest back blocks

Pazienza lyrical equivalent of sasquatch

low shit, baggy nautica with the gatt cocked

you ho shit, tight jeans, pink with the tank top

you make the kind of rap music that fags watch

I make the kind of rap music that stab cops

I brought it raw, I been here ever since

I remeber you the fagget wearin' gear like you prince

the type of fagget shed a tear when you pitch

I'm the type to disappear and reappear in a clinch

I'm here in a clinch, you know I'm always here for my fam

the type that fuck somebody up and drink a beer with my fam

BLAP BLAP! (hahahaha...)

Heh! Pazman, Louie Dogs!

Apathy,(hahahaha...) yeah, what up Plan, baby

(fuckin' clowns) what's good?

(Jedi Mind in the buildin')AOTP

(yo Stoupe)Celph, what up daddy?

Stoupe my brother

We runnin' this rap shit

We runnin' this rap shit

(yeah, we runnin' it)

Jedi Mind, we runnin' this rap shit

(yeah we runnin' that shit)

the God Jus Allah!

(what up God?)

It feels so good to be back baby!

Haha, feels so good...

Hahahaha... (Hahahaha...)