No Rapper

[Hook x3: LL Cool J] No rapper can rap quite like I can No rapper can rap quite like I can No rapper can rap No rapper can rap No rapper can rap, can rap, can rap [Verse 1: Apathy] I'm like Tyson, way before the tat on his face A knucklehead punching meteors back into space Evacuate the Earth, these puny humans in trouble I'm leaving ruined in rubble, head for the moon on the double I'm brass-knuckled up, hoody pulled tighter than Elliott Dippin' quick with E.T. on his bike basket I like static, mic addict, white magic spells like a sorcerer Man with the wingspan of the Nemesis Enforcer I birth rappers, don't bite the hand that feeds you I'll bite back, I'll eat you, devour and defeat you I'm lethal with raps, only leave you with scraps Of the meat that you sink your teeth through That was Ap's, it's a fact Fuck hoes till they backbones collapse Who the fuck asked you up? You's a sucker for snatch Suffering suc-a-tash, motherfuckers is trash Next time you listen to your buddies, wear a gas mask What I blast, similar to nuclear waves or atom bomb Back to the lab, turn rap to ancient Babylon Sinners can soak in hellfire for treason and these newjacks Get slapped in they craps for breathing and It's freezing in the summer, July and June were seen Colder than night on the dark side of the moon You collide with a goon who spawned inside a cocoon Fuck whores inside a saloon, then ride to high noon Any survivors consumed, or left alive with the fumes Are liable to be suicidal, left inside of a tomb You should stay off the mic, stick to being a fan Cause no rapper can rap quite like I can [Hook x3] [Verse 2: Apathy] I'm a bionic commando, rocking metal gear Find me in the studio with a dead engineer And I never shed a tear for the shit I shouldn't had did Shatter bones when I shove a shank to your ribs I'm the lord of the rings, four fingers and brass knuckles Walking on the surface of Saturn, breathing gas bubbles Heavy ammunition, I'm a powerful magician And someone's a demon when four moons are in position I'll be cocking back a cannon that mechanically links With an army rolling deeper than the Gramercy Riffs Separate fact from myth, word, Ap is the shit Suckers get lit, jugulars slit, I'm running this shit I'm rep-killing suckers from Tokyo to Temecula Rocking my competitors to knock 'em out this nebula I can assemble several metal weapons in seven seconds Set 'em up to puncture while you pumping Evanescence Rappers get soft every second, so I ain't sweating y'all Flows I compose stay flammable as ethanol So on Friday I'm practicing gunplay Playing Rebecca Black backwards to Black Sunday Ready to rip, we're rapping the repetition I'm dope, the definition of death and demolition Priests get premonitions and pray They not praying, it's peace Cause A-P is a beast, I don't play Way to forty I kill rappers in my way Swear to God 99% of newjacks are gay With they nerdy-ass voice and they little frat flow Whip they soul out they throat, throw it through a black hole I blackout, pack backpacks with black pistols Leave you shook as criminals seeing the bat signal So fall the fuck back stick to being a fan Cause no rapper can rap quite like I can [Hook x3]