[Intro: Apathy]

Demigod Scoundrel and my name is AP

Demigod Scoundrel and my name is AP

Demigod Scoundrel and my name is AP

Demigod Scoundrel

[Verse 1: Apathy]

Last year, my record company was jumpin' me

I wrote, "Fuck You" to show they couldn't fuck with me

And I never got dropped but I needed to do something quick

So I'm packin' up my bags and I'm jumpin' ship

I write rhymes like a pimp, always getting my dick licked

Bitches sweat my Notebook more than that chick flick

I'm nice with the rhymes but I'm nicer with the ladies

Leaving boxers on the floor like Tyson in the 80s

I'm a D-E-M-I-G-O-D

Add a Z on the end 'cause I brought my friends

I'm known to fistfight quick and rock bright white kicks

Steal the show from bigger acts with the white stripe shit

I'm an arrogant fuck that keeps tearin' it up

My dicks so big your chick think I'm wearin' a cup

I never ever rock Bapes people think they so hot

Nikes are transformers, Bathing Apes are Go-Bots

But back to the label shit, they're not doing nothing

And I'm sick of tellin' fans I don't know when it's coming

They just put out Lupe, they sleeping on Saigon

Barely gave Little Brother love, fuck it I'm gone!

[Scratch Hook]

"Style's beyond sick can't fuck with the clique"

[Verse 2: Ryu]

No you can't hid from the Godz, I expose all frauds

The cops won't find the body 'til the snows all thawed

So bozo pause, you're fuckin' with a stone-cold squad

That'll start up a revolution for a so-so cause

I'm loco, y'all, retarded, if you want it it's cool

Anonymous type, I'll let piranhas loose in ya pool

I'm PCP from CT to CPT

My crew's still number one like it's BDP

You see these geeks

You're frontin' every second, you know it

Your records are ho-ish

You wanna get respect? Well then show it

I'm an exceptional poet, you better look where you're going

And hide the rifle 'cause I'm liable to go mental and blow it

Schizophrenic with rhyme, plus I'm ahead of my time

Make the chicks say "styles" and the brothers say "ho"

You can't tell a motherfucker what to do when he's drunk

You wanna act like a punk, then I'll react with a pump

It's the end of the time so I got to get mine

Hey yo Ap' what's the plan, hit me up when you land

I got some business to finish, the God fixin' to get it

My man E's gonna load a 16 and spit it

[Verse 3: Emilio Lopez]

With a Eagle from the Desert I bust a bumba clot

While I be puffin' pot, your girl be suckin' cock

Ap' made drop with the mixtape done

And I'm still poppin' tags by the way of the slum

There hasn't been a 'Rican like me since the days of the Pun

Sorry for the delay, blame the haze in my lungs

You know the situation with the Demigod foundation

We stay dough rakin', sorta sound ground breakin'

Spreadin' Cali love with the Styles of Beyond

I'm hot like I live a couple miles from the sun

Fuck a racist, we order bottles of the Don

And fuck a local bitch, I'm hittin' models on my lawn

The flow crazy, I hate it when a ho lazy

I ain't a nurse but I'll teach you how to hold babies

Only deuce-deuce, feeling like I'm old lately

'Cause the money flows slower than a old lady

And I'm used to living faster than Jeff Gordon

Hittin' tellys up with two bitches exploring

Crew love, if I'm rich, the set ballin'

You fucks 'bout to go extinct like cassette Walkmans