Apathy - Eddie Ill & DL Freestyle lyrics

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[Intro: Celph Titled]

Ayo. We on the Eddie I'll side of things right about now

This is a Demigodz special presentation

Starring yours truly, Celph Titled, the Rubix Cuban

Apathetic and Louis Logic the drunken dragon

And we about to show y'all motherfuckers

How the root beers are catapulted all up into your fuckin' grill

[Verse 1: Celph Titled]

I'm so unbelievably fresh

Even God has to be convinced I'm in the form of human flesh

I roll with the lions and tigers and camouflage attire

Celph Titled is synonymous with vampires

I scare police like black men in black Tims in a black Benz with fat rims holdin' up MAC-10s

Niggas be like, "Ask him. He know the deal.

Supreme intellect, on top of that his flow is real."

When we ride by we let the bullets go and hit your place

You'll need as much surgery as Joan River's face

Ask no questions and roll with the punches

Demigodz technique, lethal when the tongue's spit

I brew up nightcaps to give MCs

Servin' Molotov cocktails and plenty bottles of Dom Kerosene

Your style is a joke, correct me if I'm wrong

I'm waitin' for the Energizer bunny to walk through your song

[Verse 2: Apathy]

I'll fuck a big brolic bitch till her nostrils twitch

Have her burying her face like an ostrich

Apathetic always raps on some hostile shit

And if I started doin' crimes all the cops would quit

I can burn your face off with my toxic spit

When I travel I be walkin' on gravel and rocks will split

My ox will split, your voice box and shit

Till your windpipe is leakin' all it's oxygen

Try to threaten with a weapon and we'll box you in

And in a second or less is when the shots begin

Cock the pen

I'm bringin' apocalypse with the pen

And the world recreated then I'll do it again

What I spit make your frame swell, meltin' your brain cell

Repel gel rappers with the gats I aim well

Reppin' where I dwell is like steppin' in Hell

I'm as hip hop as 7L rockin Gazelles

Competition is dyin', my death, death-defyin'

Flow, got my chest left with breaths supplyin'

My back up for rhymin'

Not happy till I'm flyin' in a fly Lex drivin' like my man Seamus Ryan

And I'm out

[Verse 3: Louis Logic]

You better watch the Puerto bleecan

Bein' chased by four police men

On any given weekend

With a forty leakin'

Corner store Koreans and cops follow the trail

From a stolen bottle of ale cause they want me in jail

I'm part clepto

Party body O and part ghetto

My highness disguised by my camouflage Echo

My agenda is, to discover adventures and crush?

Cause I'm such an inventor

Disgusting avenger with a sewer mouth

And a taste for chewin' out niggas, there ain't shit you can do about

So I say, lightweights should clear on out

Cause it's Friday and I'm fillin' up my beer bong now

We on route for success with a pit stop at the cluckfest

To cluck fresh pollo cause I love breast

And chicks that undress get a round of applause

For strippin' out of your drawers and gettin' down on all fours

I"m a pervert

For what the words worth

It's Louis fuckin' Logic

Lookin' in a word search

To find sick shit

To use fuckin' biscuits and hit you over the head if you talkin' shit kid

Yeah, yeah, get on down

Better uh, uh better get on down

Come on, come on, come on

Come on!