: x2] So don't talk to me about MC's got skills He's alright but he's not real Don't talk to me about MC's got skills They're okay but they're not ill
backwards and inside out And you say how appropriate I don't want to dissect everything today I don't mean to pick you apart you see But I can't help
saddle up, this ain't a talent show You wanna battle what? Bullets that travel slow [Outro 2: Ryu] Talk, but keep steppin' Discrete, false perception Talk
on backwards and inside out And you say, "How appropriate" I don't dissect everything today I don't mean to pick you apart you see But I can't help
do Like you were trying to tell me something About the way you live Like you would give me something If you had something to give And for all your talk you don't
way home cataract scratch- we don't play like that i got a bone to pick n' i'm a pick that bone cataract scratch- we don't play like that because we
Ap, why don?t you do the uh?the intro on this shit? Apathy: Yo Apathy, Fort Minor, Styles Of Beyond, Demigodz [Mike:] Here we go [Apathy:] Yo, Rappers
nothing to fight for, that there is no cause Just live a life of pleasure without any rules or laws Now more than ever is the time to open your eyes Don't
something to drink" I answered"beer and sweties give me one or give me three" it seems so strange the only one talking here is me and I faced... apathy
to disagree with Him Truth is what I spit but you ain't hearing it Or you ain't having it but it don't matter which 'Cause God is still himself and
Talk to me, talk to me Come show me what you want from me, 'Cos I've been looking all my life for someone who will make me feel alright Alright Alright Alright Talk to me
t talk 'bout self preservation Unjustifiable existence Unjustifiable Unjustifiable existence Unjustifiable existence Gravity Crushing me Gravity Crushing me Crushing me Crushing me [b. Acceleration (due to gravity) - 980cm^-2 sec] Yeah I feel something pulling me
to disagree with him Truth is what I spit But you ain't hearing it Or you ain't having it But it don't matter which 'cause God is still himself And
bleeding-heart liberal drivel gets squashed Wash em with sterilized rhyme patriot-guided weaponry bomb From the makers of the devious hearts -- I'm america! You bitchy little dogs don't
to practice apathy!) When you see me stagger Know I'm being antagonized by what you can't hear And just moving with the current Current state of self embalment Where I don't
's an angel and you don't have a prayer. You catch her eye and she turns away, but don't be fooled by the games she'll play. There ain't a girl can
