Speak Ya Clout

[Verse One] [Apathy]: Demigod Scoundrel and my name is A.P. (x3) Demigod Scoundrel Last year, my record company was jumpin me I wrote "Fuck You" to show they couldn't fuck with me And I never got dropped but I needed to do something quick So I'm packin up my bags and I'm jumpin ship I write rhymes like a pimp, always gettin my dick licked Bitches sweat my "notebook" more than that chick flick I'm nice with the rhymes but I'm nicer with the ladies Leaving "boxers" on the floor like Tyson in the 80s I'm a D.E.M.I.G.O.D Add a Z on the end cause I brought my friends I'm known to fist fight quick and rock bright white kicks Steal the show from bigger acts with the white stripe shit I'm a arrogant fuck that keeps tearin it up My dicks so big ya chick think I'm wearin a cup I never ever rock Bapes people think they so hot Nikes are transformers, Bathing Apes are Go-Bots But back to the label shit, they not doin nothin And I'm sick of tellin fans I don't know when it's comin They just put out Lupe, they sleepin on Saigon Barely gave Little Brother love fuck it I'm gone [Scratch Hook]: "Style's beyond sick can't fuck with the clique" [Verse Two] [Ryu]: Yo you can't hid from the Godz, I expose all frauds The cops won't find the body 'til the snows all thawed So bozo pause You're fuckin' with a stone-cold squad That'll start up a revolution for a so-so cause I'm loco, y'all, retarded, if you want it it's cool Anonymous type, I'll let piranhas loose in ya pool I'm PCP from CT to CPT My crew's still No.1! like it's BDP You see these geeks You're frontin' every second, you know it Your records are ho-ish You wanna get respect? Well then show it I'm an exceptional poet you better look where you're going And hide the rifle cause I'm liable to go mental and blow it Schizophrenic with rhyme, plus I'm ahead of my time Make the chicks say "styles" and the brothers say "ho" You can't tell a muthafucker what to do when he's drunk You wanna act like a punk, then I'll react with a pump It's the end of the time so I got to get mine Hey yo Ap' what's the plan, hit me up when you land I got some business to finish the God fixin' to get it My man E's gonna load a 16 and spit it [Verse Three] [Emilio Lopez]: With a Eagle from the Desert I bust a bumba clot While I be puffin' pot, your girl be suckin' cock Ap' made drop with the mixtape done And I'm still poppin tags by the way of the slum There hasn't been a 'Rican like me since the days of the Pun Sorry for the delay, blame the haze in my lungs You know the situation with the Demigod foundation We stay Doe Rakin', sorta sound ground breakin' Spreadin' Cali love with the styles of beyond I'm hot like a live a couple miles from the sun Fuck a racist, we order bottles of the Don Fuck a local bitch, I'm hittin' models on my lawn The flow crazy, I hate it when a ho lazy I ain't a nurse but I'll teach you how to hold babies Only deuce-deuce, feeling like I'm old lately Cause the money flows slower than a old lady And I'm used to living faster than Jeff Gordon Hittin' tellys with two bitches exploring Crew love, If I'm rich, the set ballin' An' you fucks 'bout to go extinct like cassette Walkmans