The Hook

[Apathy:]

Yo, all the dough I'm rakin' in

Is more than Bill Gates is takin' in

Layin' in the bed, gettin' head from Jenna Jameson

Strangle Hell's Angels and jack their Harley-Davidsons

Ap spits raps on wax they can't wait to spin

The way that I freestyle, you'd think that I hate the pen

Never follow the traits of trends from? to spend

Only fuck dates that I rate ten

While bitches you stick, pose for cameras and break the lens

For all you gay fucks, this shit is a wake up

To show you that I bust like "D" titties in A-cups

When I attack you fucks and slap you up

Even your imaginary friends won't back you up

[Majik Most:]

Yo I'm comin' off hotter than condoms on the Human Torch

Pushin' off on your girl with torque

Appylin pressure, because see, no one's fresher

Watch your little sister put my picture on the dresser

It's Majik Most, expect nothing lesser

So now you wanna battle when you see me at the party

Bring your own chalk to outline your body

I come off rocky performin exorcisms

Extract your ghostwriter and laugh at your writtens

You fake ass player, why you flash money for

I'll entertain your whore with a Commodore '64

And still get her on all fours, beggin for more

[Hook:]

This is the hook, it's repeated two times

And usually the end of each line rhymes

We couldn't think of anything better than this

It's just six emcees, all got something to spit

[C-Rayz Walz:]

I ain't the cat to lounge on, I get my pound on

With a brick fist, do my thing when I spit, I'm found on

Any stage with a list of sick beats is dope enough

I come to those events with can openers

For real, I'm makin deals with Celph when we speakin

When you're gettin bones, the only time you'll have a hot weekend

(Get slapped) Fuck props, I snuff cops

And leave you out the picture like midget mugshots

Fuck you computer hoes who just found flows

I shove you outta an airplane, call it my download

And stingin' you nice and can paralyze you

Kill yourself, if I was wack, that's what I'd do

[Celph Titled:]

You can find me an the crib, probably fuckin a hoe

On a daily basis, I make a buck plus a whole

All it takes is a microphone for me to let my flow loose

Hit the avenue, and bag bitches like they were produce

I politick, but like to extort niggas most of all

Because I be bringin more suspense than Stephen King in overalls

Celph Titled, you know the name right

New York City famous, see my face in spotlights

I don't even like rap, I just like to talk shit

And I'm quick to pull the heat when the block get thick

For all you science fiction niggas, that's tryin to get your tape out

I'll ship your body parts across the globe, leave you spaced out

[Hook]

[Louis Logic:]

Y'all don't want no beef with dutch massive

You claim you're battle emcees when you're just passive

You'll get smacked like slut's asses

When you cut classes during final exams, bunch of ingrates

Pussy rappers will menstruate?, finally cramped

You better call the EMS to stop your PMS

Or purchase? even less, you wish to never be as fresh

See me in the flesh, like Morrison at the Whiskey A-Go-Go

Pissin on promo tapes and shittin on photos

This is a no-no, keep wishin' you're so dope

I'm switchin my logo

To me grabbin your neck to with both fists in a chokehold

A lot of dick riders try to lick my nuts

The funny thing is, y'all dummies think that this is a low blow

[Dutch Massive:]

Motherfuckers keep askin when my album is droppin

It's not, only made that shit to play in my walkman

Y'all ain't worthy for the sounds that I produce for you

Yo, I told you cats, evaporate, but bullets when through you

I assume the shit talkin and always analyze rhymes

I got a smart mouth, I used to beat-box for Einstein

Line after line, my mind has more storage space

I'm Massive, you're just some kid with a deformed face

Fuckin' waste, ("yo dutch you dead wrong")

These chickenheads is stupid, can't understand my songs

Y'all speak the slang of the modern day caveman

Roll your crew out, chop their head off, and smoke the remainin brain stems

My flames been on, tell me I ain't alive

I'll strap a bomb to my chest and stage dive

I thrive off keepin' your sister's breasts in my palm

And I got pictures of her on Majik Most dot com

[Hook]