Don't Talk to Me

Apathetic (yeah) the heir to the thrown (word) Mother molestors click (you know about that!) My man Majik Most the sweaty back bastard Yeah, yo don't even talk to us Don't run up with your burned CD or piece of shit CD With the cover picture on the front that your grandma took bitch... fuck you! [Verse 1 - Apathy] I turn rappers to dust, burn rappers who bust Turn wax to cut, burn backs of sluts Earn stacks of bucks, learn raps to crutch You herb cats who touch the microphones I clutch Just observe and take notes how I make pesos and date hoes Hotter than pepper on jalapeños Paragraphs vibe through your speaker box Making people stop on the streets to clock Like cops in front of reefer spots I'm known for pulling mics apart like repair shops And when you bump I never feel it like air shocks I used to rock air macks with Nike Air hats Now I scare cats they compare Ap to bear traps I'm the type of path that people don't cross Like the Blair witch woods when you suckers get lost I'm the hottest thing alive flame broiling spots I'm foiling plots, my brainwaves boiling pots At a temperature the burners on your stove can't match I bust caps cause my heads way too big for hats I'm gonna test your girls physical stamina While I'm diggin and slammin her on the digital camera [Hook - 2X] So don't talk to me about MC's got skills He's alright but he's not real Don't talk to me about MC's got skills They're okay but they're not ill [Verse 2 - Majik Most] Ay yo hold up, majiks on the case Watch the flames from my tape ignite your gas tank I lace you like your mom in a bondage suit With matching hooker boots teaching you to tie your shoes You lose every time I rhyme I'll clothesline you off your scooter, your nothin but a loooser! I'm on some highschool shit with lolipops in my pocket For hot chick on my dick under seventeen with my picture in their locket On the club scene they don't need to take ecstasy they think about me It's obvious I won't win a grammy from a song But i'll run up in moeisha and get my brandy on Ask me if I'm dope, C'MON I'm MAJIK MOST! I'll roast you bitch, I barbeque kids till you just a fucking skeleton wearin a wig I'm trying to be Mr. Big so don't talk to me bitch [Hook - 2X] [Verse 3 - Apathy] You better watch what you say like lip syncing in mirrors Quit thinkin your near us, your not even a million miles close enough to hear us I stand six feet back and spit these raps until the concrete streets crack I simplfy just to pass it by the mass and burn you like ants under a magnifying glass Ya'll are underlings like the servents of kings While I form ciphers and patterns like saturns circular rings (it's Apathy) my soul purpose stands to cripple My verses tear through tissue like surface to air missles Navigating fighter planes safe to the ground With one engine down andenemies circling all around I'm mythical to hip hop fans Some people hear that I'm 7 foot 8'' with three heads and no fear They say I spit fire and I walk on air Well if what they say is true then you'd better beware [Hook - 2X]