Stop What Ya Doin"

[Intro: DJ Premier] Good evening I wanna take this time to introduce Apathy, featuring Celph Titled We're gonna get rough, rugged and raw for a minute Oh, who me? I go by the name of DJ Premier So I guess we should do what we do, when we do what we do, aight? [Hook: Shock G of Digital Underground] Alright, stop what ya doin', cause I'm about to ruin The image and the style that you're used to Cause I’m about to ruin The image and the style that you're used to [Verse 1: Apathy] I got an appetite for destruction, Ap is back Murder beats, get hoes, there's an app for that Grab the battle axe, jacked X-Clan’s pink Cadillac (Sissy!) I'm a Garbage Pail Kid doing the Cabbage Patch Play chief, get shot with a stray arrow You suckers imitate more rappers than Jay Pharoah Rocking gay apparel, them jeans'll make you sterile I'm steady stocking that ammo and cockin' the double barrel Rock a show hard as an army of Viking warriors Storming your little village then pillage 'til we victorious Stories of us painted on the walls of caves An image of your bitch sucking on my balls for days I'm like Genghis Khan on the back of a horse Or Billy Joel with a bottle of Jack on the dash of the Porsche Blast with a force of Soviet Rockets and cold wars You're on tour bagging whores with cold sores Do the wisdom, fuck bitches to the rhythm I'm hard as nuclear fission, a student of pugilism Which means Ap’ll knock your motherfucking head off I'm logical like Spock, drink vodka like Checkov [Hook: Shock G of Digital Underground] [Verse 2: Celph Titled] Pirate mentality, teeth holding a knife in place Meet me on a rap tour and a raptor might bite your face And what would happen is you'll get shipped out in packages Thank God I keep the meat tenderizer in my cabinet But truthfully (what?) My vision varies I go from a visionary to a vicious leader of killer militaries Using old machine guns, why need better gats? These’ll still burn holes in motherfuckers like a treasure map (Blat!) Think that Celph's soft, and I'mma just stare at y'all Cause I'm Cyclops, and yes the sunglasses are off So get a bulletproof armor suit and chin guard Army surplus galore, I’m throwing more than ten darts (Yeah) My prestige is presidential I'm prevalent when you pressing the pressure, preppy, I'm prepping my pistol I'll cast a pyramid hex That leave you dickheads covered in blood like period sex [Hook: Shock G of Digital Underground] [Verse 3: Apathy & Celph Titled] [Apathy] I break through all barriers trust Ap’ll bury ya Nowadays rappers sound like Cartoon characters (Hilarious) Raps I write cover an area with paragraphs Are larger than aircraft carriers [Celph Titled] Swearing yeah my middle finger express my hand gesture (Fuck you) You're a she-man dressed in a dress like Fran Drescher Cro-Magnon with a crowbar, might eat you Pro with a Magnum, keep you in check like Nike sneakers [Apathy] I’m white as wife beaters on white trash on cop shows Selling stolen Picassos in front of Costco's This is the Demigodz gospel: unholy and hostile Acidic apocalyptic apostles [Celph Titled] Pop those snot-nosed thugs who act Mail-order a gun and they afraid to pop the bubble wrap My gun powder’s dusting ‘em, my guns and them is troublesome My Glock alone is like a foster home ‘cause I be sonning them