[Intro: Rise]

Rise, Apathy, C-Rayz Walz, and Celph Titled

[Verse 1: Rise]

I'm so stuck up, you could see my head from nine blocks

Keep my rhymes locked in a metal safe with time locks

Waitin' for a thief and we've been training for weeks

By shootin' pimples off a fly's cheek at eight hundred feet (Damn)

Don't do it cause if I get all mad and pissed

You couldn't be saved if cops came with formatted discs

Access 360—no facin' my camp

And when it's all said and done, I'll have my face on a stamp

I recycle old verses if I think nobody's heard it

In this rap game I'm nobody (Why?)—nobody's perfect (True)

Once I come out, rappers are droppin' in piles

Labels'll only sign your ass if you copy my style

There's a lot of wack niggas and it's only gettin' weirder

Get your CDs for free and only use 'em as a mirror (We out)

[Bridge: Apathy]

Yo, yo, yo, check this shit

[Verse 2: Apathy]

When I be spittin' raps, rippin' wax, gats start clickin' back

Chickens act frickin' wack, backstage, lickin' sacs

Suckin' nuts, fuckin' sluts up in butts, bustin' up

Jealous rappers runnin' up, but they need to toughen up

Masterin' the battlin' when batterin' your calvalry

Apathy is actually the baddest in this galaxy

Critical, the pinnacle of lyrically invincible

Your pitiful epitome of common monosyllable

Rap style's fragile—stack you in the wack pile

Nobody wants your shit like a used crack vial

Understand this and only this: I'm dissin' your writtens

And if you on pissed we could take it up with our fists

'Cause I be rippin' wack foes, with wack flows, new assholes

Punch out foes with flows like Glass Joes

Fast or slow, pick apart those like afros

Rip your face up like space from black holes

I mack dips, stack chips, fuck gat clips

Ap rips phat shit when I spit rap scripts

Rockin' microphone chrome, leavin' bones broke

Y'all are played out like Tone Loc, Ap's no joke!

[Verse 3: Celph Titled]

This is history in the making—you better get your camcorder tuned

You couldn't move me driving a U-Haul through a transporter room

You half-a-quarter-doomed—to 12.5 seconds

I'm that out of order goon that'll transform to a monsoon

This Cuban nigga runs through rappers with the one-two

With my guns drew, so what the fuck you gonna do?

When I be sonning cats with my futha muckin' stunning raps

In fact, I'll fuck your bitch in the back of the ass crack and bust a nut in that (Urgh)

You get no receipt when all sales are final

I'll leave you beside yourself like the other side of the vinyl

They call me Celph Titled 'cause no words describe me

I stomp through your projects with the cavalry behind me

Honestly, the day your wax is in stores taking residence

Is the day we see a female, Black, homosexual president

"You talkin' shit to me?" I'll put the slug in your face

Attach razors to my shoes so I could cut to the chase

You couldn't drop knowledge if you through an encyclopedia off a cliff

I grab my rifle, load the clip, and scratch you off my list

The illest nigga to walk the planet, how do I know this?

'Cause I got sent to Hell but they kicked me out because I froze it

[Verse 4: C-Rayz Walz]

I write rhymes on toilet tissue—lyrics tear your ass up

You drop wack shit—the only reason you pass butt

I write dope with heroin pens—take it in vein

I scream, "Uno!" just to put one in your brain

You're a dumb fuck like retarded group sex

I skip the line, then ask who's next

Cut your ears off and asked if you heard me

'Cause you're not Worthy like James without the Laker jersey

Word be I'm off the wall like an ugly portrait

Like a blind referee, I can't call it

You got asshole lips—you might as well talk shit

But you can't play me—I'm like a broke Walkman

Dungeon & Dragon flames cook your brain

I diss all wack rappers cause y'all look the same

Ace Lover would say, "Oh, hell no!"

I shoot you in the foot just to give you shell toes

I damage ya, take your stamina

Give you dynamite implants—you'll have explosive character

Stab you in your left eye—make you see how I write

You pussy—don't sleep on me without ya night light

Fuck the bedbugs—I don't want ya chick to bite

I'm the only Superman that smokes Kryptonite

I wiled on tracks and make wack rappers stop

You couldn't come on time if you jerked off in front of clocks

Faggot Boy!