APATHY & CELPH TITLED - Sound Of The Clap lyrics

rate me

Uh oh, y'all know what that means

U ready to get into it?

Let's Go!

My game is air tight, I can dick down dikes

I'm the flyest thing that's white since uptown Nike's

Wanna joke around, tryin' to diss, thinkin' it's fresh?

I'll hit u til' your legs embedded an inch in your chest

U better bow down this season, nobody's iller than Apathy

Beings in different galaxies will name their children after me

Sidewalk's crack when I'm steppin on the street

I ain't standin on the planet, it's restin on my feet

The pimp, player, the hustler, rolled into one

Breathin air into my lungs is like loading a gun

Fuck around, yo, I'll have bigger problems in dressin up as bin laden

And tryin to rush the president while he's joggin

I don't even understand why u bother rockin the beats

U woulda been better off as a stain on your father's sheets

Ap is the king, rockin royal jewels that'll blind u

UFO's couldn't illuminate like my shine do

Comin through your city

Hit the highway burnin rubber (Say What?)

Did I stutter mother fucker?

Step out of line

U don't want none of that

U better move back when u hear the Sound of the Clap

Push the limit try to beat me far

It's gonna take more than tour guides to help u CPR, see we are

Villains pullin heists, puffin cigars

Pullin surveillance tapes out of VCR's, retards

When it comes to beef y'all know I'm no stranger

Put the barrel to your head cause it's a real no-brainer

How am I the type to leave people frightened?

Cause my gat can sing a love song like Peabo Bryson

Mother fuckers know my repertoires great

Puttin heads through saw blades

My team being broke was just a small phase

These bitches won't seem to leave me alone

Even when I'm dead in my grave they still gonna try to jump my bones

Stuffin R&B chickens outside the label building

Asking Destiny's Child if they'd have my children

I got dissed but I wanted fat hoes instead

Bring 'em to the crib and watch them crack my? sofa bed

I goes right for the right price to touch up your shitty flows

Got more 16's than R. Kelly ho video's

Nowadays I get paid for makin a rhyme

With major labels at my door step, waiting in line

Cause it's hard to harness the hardest flows that I design

Blow your mind, bob your head until your breakin your spine

I stack chips, mack chicks, now I'm datin a dime

And wear my chain all the time just to break in the shine

Committing crime is my forte

I'm wanted in four states

For being spotted with sniper gear on all your tour dates

Shine so bright I gave the sun lessons

What's a Celph Titled verse without a mother fucking gun reference?

Cause I'm the cruddiest cat

U better study a map

And coordinate to where your body parts are landin at

C-cl-cl-clap

We came to bring the raw back

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