Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Joke , by - Apathy. Song from the album No Joke / Science of the Bumrush, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопNo Joke |
| Yo, we’re here to break down our science, know’mean? |
| You know what time it is? |
| Yeah, yeah, I know what time it is What time is it, is it coochie time? |
| Nah, nah, it’s not Gucci time |
| It’s time to speak the language of demigods |
| Yo, Apathy, yo Soul — it’s time to hear your business |
| Step to the mic, baby |
| Bounce with these cats |
| Yo, I got a problem with the mic, so I solve it like a man |
| Grab it by the neck and rock it as hard as I can |
| From Nike’s on my feet, to the mic that I freak |
| MC’s will agree that I’m precise on the beef |
| Fuck fronting, shut down pacs like game over |
| Consistently light shit up like chain-smokers |
| Flex and I melt down flesh like flamethrowers |
| Fresh is the dooky gold chain Kane showed us Funny how your honey or your dame came over |
| When you were out last night, couldn’t remain sober |
| You woke up in the morning with a bad hangover |
| I woke up, and bang a coocha til the day was over |
| It’s like that, (like what?), like this |
| Motherfuckers try to dis get put on the hit list |
| Punch punks like I’m pugilist, yo catch the fist |
| When I be taking out MC’s like dogs that need to piss |
| Easily I approach, the microphone because I ain’t no joke (joke) |
| On a scale of one to ten, approximately I’m a thousand |
| Stomp thru your neighborhood, city, or project housing |
| I am something that you never seen before |
| Like your grandparents having sex behind close doors |
| I rhyme like a scavenger that hunts for his prey |
| And probably kill a dozen rappers and just call it a day |
| All I need is bitch that’ll give me wet dreams |
| So I can get my rocks off like erosion in streams |
| I drop science like clumsy professors in auditoriums |
| And stretch niggas out like a motherfucking accordion |
| I make you look stupid like cruisin the back |
| You can cruise in the greyhound and I’ll cruise in my jet |
| I’m impossible to beat like playing tic-tac-toe |
| Celph Titled is famous for spitting ill rap flows |
| Yo, me and apathy are like brothers since birth |
| You catch a bad one and get put under the earth |
| Easily I approach, the microphone because I ain’t no joke (joke) |
| Yo, I find your vital organs and put a machete there |
| Thug type nigga, but bitches say I’m a teddy bear |
| Al Capone style, bruising your back |
| Make you an interracial cat, have blue and half black |
| Block attacks with the raps that I spit on wack |
| Shit on cats, everything I flip on DAT’s |
| Hits hard like Rocky’s spits, cannot be missed |
| Your God be pissed, now I’m on some Nagasaki shit |
| And while your at work, I’ll feed your bitch a sloppy dick |
| I got a hard drive, your mans got a floppy dick |
| The only time you have safe sex and be felt |
| Is if you jacked off in a car, wearing a seat belt |
| Your brains melts to mush, your girl felt the rush |
| Whens Ap’s bounce and bust, the pelvic thrusts |
| Twist your spine, inflict despicable shit through rhymes |
| Critical, incredible, when crippling your pitiful mind |
| Pull out my nine and it’s party and draw time |
| You signed the death mantra and bleed between the white lines |
| Crash the players ball, make the chandelier fall |
| Choke house guests with hors d’ourves made outta sea floors |
| And metaphors betta then yours, settle the scores |
| Leave cats wrapped up in medical gauze |
| You better applause, your feminism |
| I’ll rip out your skeleton, and now ladies and gentlemens… |
| Easily I approach, the microphone because I ain’t no joke (joke) |
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Apathy
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Celph Titled