Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Is the Formula, artist - Apathy. Date of issue: 03.01.2006
Song language: English
This Is the Formula |
| I’m like a mad scientist in the lab |
| Experiment with every mic I grab |
| Beats and rhymes go together like chemistry |
| So it ain’t hard to see, that this is the formula |
| This is the formula |
| This is the formula |
| This is the formula |
| I keep it fly like high school when I was in my hay day |
| Before chump came through, my PJ was mayday |
| Today was a good day |
| I didn’t need my AK |
| And if you don’t know now you know baby |
| Alive on arrival |
| Ap spazzed out, when they brought them '93 Air Max back out |
| You see my poetry’s lavish |
| I miss them classics |
| Fuck a concept, this is just some rap shit |
| You over think hip hop, you’re thinkin' too much |
| You’re makin' me nervous son, you blink too much |
| The new shit sucks, you try to pimp too much |
| A paste of paper, usin' ink too much |
| I rep CT baby you know me |
| Always chill in L.A. but my brother’s in Tampa |
| Almost lost my mind when my father got cancer |
| You question my hand skills, I’ll give you the answer |
| Two black eyes, turn you into a panda |
| Gamma ray flows and start transformin' ya |
| Sucka I’m warnin' ya |
| This is the formula |
| I’m like a mad scientist in the lab |
| Experiment with every mic I grab |
| Beats and rhymes go together like chemistry |
| So it ain’t hard to see, that this is the formula |
| This is the formula |
| This is the formula |
| This is the formula |
| Yo, my formula is anti-formulaic |
| I formulate true thoughts to slalom square forms for play rip then make a mosaic |
| The difference is, you don’t see it you play it |
| I do shit that most cats couldn’t get away with |
| But don’t say it’s not steeped in tradition |
| From a time when samplers didn’t ask permission |
| And DJ’s could fix shit, live in the mix |
| With your jeans tucked into your sock |
| Show off your kicks, game cap |
| Helly Hanson to match |
| Fast forward, see the game ain’t changed |
| Some things just rearrange |
| I’m still takin' friends from 20 years ago |
| On some brand new shit like we ain’t supposed to know |
| Then you multiply that by the fact |
| E’rybody and the moms wanna make beats and think they can rap |
| Flooding the scene with crap |
| At the shows in the stands, no time to be fans, they got plots and plans |
| And a demo CD, soundin' like pots and pans |
| Comin' after our spot? |
| I think not my man |
| I ain’t sayin' you can’t in time, get yours my lord |
| But take that shit back to the drawing board |
| I’m like a mad scientist in the lab |
| Experiment with every mic I grab |
| Beats and rhymes go together like chemistry |
| So it ain’t hard to see, that this is the formula |
| This is the formula |
| This is the formula |
| This is the formula |
| Demigodz. |
| I’d like to thank J-Live for coming out tonight. |
| Jumpin' on this |
| track. |
| It’s a classic to me. |
| Yeah. |
| Peace to Divine Styler. |
| Eric Vanderslice, |
| the Beatminerz, Mr. Walt & Evil D, Benny Shake, Chris Hampson, K-Squared, |
| shout out to my man Balab Basheer. |
| Bishop Lamont, Poison Pen, Diabolic, |
| my brother Vinnie Paz and the whole A.O.T.P. |
| Peace to Ill Bill, Chino XL, |
| K-Solo, Apathy and we out |