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 color 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 serpents eating 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 clitoris 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 Vinnie 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 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, goodbye to the 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 gat 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 remember you the faggot wearin' gear like you prince The type of faggot shed a tear when you pinched 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...)