[scratched: "So you're a philosopher?" "Yes!"] [Apathy:] It's like, basically growin up on the East Some of you know what I'm talkin about I grew up
"Three, two, one, contact!" [Chorus: x4] [Apathy:] "Representin' like what" [Biggie:] "1,000 grams of uncut to the gut" [Verse 1:] I'm the type that
story building where that work gets knocked up Powder got more power when cooked with flower So these motherfuckers hustlin' till the 25th Hour From the east
teen I was living off hustlin trees [Apathy:] Nowadays being broke is a fucking disease [Emilio Lopez:] So I stay clutching them G'z [Apathy:] And brushing my sleeves [Chorus] [Apathy
(feat. Celph Titled, Ryu) [Verse 1: Apathy] Yeah... I'm like a '88 classic, Apathy goes back To Fila's with straps and Don Mattingly throwbacks I'm
[Verse 1:] Creep with me, as I crawl through your bloodstream Dirty as the bathroom in New York club scenes A chemical river that flows through veins
" Rockin' Hawaii with 8th Wonder "I remember" One important thing and it had to be "I remember" When my father told me to look up the word apathy [Outro
[Chorus:] "Here come the gangstas...Uh huh and you can't see their face...Uh huh" [x2] "They're comin' for you" [Verse 1:] CT all day, bad news all
[Verse 1: Apathy] I remember in the '90s it was all about forties and blunts Nas cassettes, Das EFX and Reebok pumps Punk motherfuckers that were claimin
"When it starts to happen... Looks like one of those days" Looks like one of those days "When it starts to happen..." Yeah, yo... "It starts to happen
[Verse 1: Apathy] I spit liquid nitrogen, mics are left freezin' cold MC's explode, exposin' they weakened soul My speech controls the block like street
[Milk-D:] "I-I-I, I-I-I-I, I get the paper so, I don't care" [Verse 1:] You ever have a dollar sittin' in your pocket? Pull it out and take a deeper
Verse 1: I can see frost in the corner of my window sills. Dirty crib, blunt guts where the endow spills. A bitter chill from shoveling snow, hustling
