Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Touch That Dial, artist - Apathy. Date of issue: 09.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don't Touch That Dial |
| Don’t touch that dial, these rappers tunin' into my style |
| I’m turning into some vile human beings eating bile |
| From a corpse, Larry Bird on the basketball courts |
| I’m East Coast as Puerto Ricans smokin' Newports in Jorts |
| I’m the Human Torch, flames flicker on my skin |
| Head covered in pins like Hellraiser, my sins |
| Are far too numerous to mention, let’s just say that I’m fucked |
| I’m on a highway to hell inside a gasoline truck |
| I got hoes on my dick, pussy pics in my inbox |
| A drawer full of fangs more powerful than Grimlock’s |
| I’m Mike Tyson rib shots, I’m bright like the Gremlins |
| I’m Michael Knight revvin' KITT’s engine and assemblin' |
| A Kalashnikov stormin' the Kremlin |
| Benchpressin' a Soviet missile, I got a posse of henchmen |
| Recruited from an alternate time another dimension |
| I brought down the earth with my scientific invention |
| Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise |
| Look me in the eyes, this is all I got |
| Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks |
| The Genesis, God said, «Let there be light» |
| Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise |
| Look me in the eyes, this is all I got |
| Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks |
| The Genesis, God said, «Let there be light» |
| When 27 my young jawn in the bed and so I’m headin' |
| To the headphones pressin' the pencil lead, back to the drawin' board |
| We were skaters then I’ll be shreddin', (720 gazelle flip), I’ll make it look |
| easy they break a leg |
| And I’m eggin' 'em on, like break a leg and sing 'em a song |
| I’m John Legend, the new John Lennon, I’m rhyme legend |
| Some niggas like every line pregnant, combine segments |
| Cellular mitosis, the building blocks of creation, divine tetris |
| I design the outdoor room with no exits, to entertain Cedrics |
| All in the genetics not the Edison Electrics |
| If I stomp you with my Nikes I can cross it off my checklist |
| They left us the underworld not even supposed to survive here |
| Underground hip hop, we thrive here |
| Chemistry, C.T., let’s cruise like a PT |
| Apathy, Ras Kass and O. C |
| Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise |
| Look me in the eyes, this is all I got |
| Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks |
| The Genesis, God said, «Let there be light» |
| Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise |
| Look me in the eyes, this is all I got |
| Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks |
| The Genesis, God said, «Let there be light» |
| When Ap sent out the beacon my pen was ready |
| Verbal variables with attitudes |
| When ideas get to spinnin' for a song |
| It’s negated by the bars and my peers this just the tone |
| Listen to the voices hit notes blend with the flow |
| Faint sound of xylophones, pen left and right |
| Vocal sound as if I’m writing me a |
| Peep the monotone, after my sixteen’s done |
| I fold it and place it inside an envelope |
| Postmark it, first class overnighted back to Gatsby |
| It’s no race but I call it a track meet |
| Anchor to the song’s finale, the baton |
| Passed to me by Ras Kass, lead off by Apathy |
| When that starter pistol rang and his feet left the blocks |
| Via Flash, Jay Garrick all rappers saw was a blur |
| Too quick for the mind’s eye to deny |
| Non-confirmed release date, to be determined, got these rappers nervous |
| Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise |
| Look me in the eyes, this is all I got |
| Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks |
| The Genesis, God said, «Let there be light» |
| Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise |
| Look me in the eyes, this is all I got |
| Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks |
| The Genesis, God said, «Let there be light» |
| Yeah, O.C., Apathy, RK |
| It’s another day man. |
| Let there be light |
| Roll that spliff up. |
| Let there be light |
| Yeah, we’re rocking out |
| «We are the children of tomorrow’s dream» |
| This shit feels like UFOs and shit, like aliens nigga |