[Verse 1: Apathy]  I could talk bitches out of they jeans  Gold diggers out of they cream  Little wannabe rap muthafuckas out of they dreams  I'm slick, I could talk a hustler out of his fiends  I rap so hot, the water in my spit becomes steam  I'm like a pound of uncut coke when hittin' the scene  Y'all are powder particles that trickled off the triple beam  Stop trippin', little chicken, I ain't payin', I'm pimpin'  If ya waitin' for trickin' then you should date a magician  Wake up and listen, and keep this in the back of your mind  My thoughts are heavy, the weight alone could fracture your spine  Cats swear to God they high, hearin' Apathy's rhymes  And hold a torch up to trees like the back of a dime  These little backpack faggots probably jacked my lines  But like divorce with no prenup, half of it's mine  Y'all are just bitches (Esoterodactyl got morgues to fill)  While Ap's on a mission to make green like clorophyll    [Verse 2: Esoteric]  My team drops bread like chicks on health kicks  Ya squad could rock Bird throwbacks and couldn't "sell ticks"  I melt shit with the words I spit  Steven King, disturbed and sick  You know Shay's killin' rappers that be speakin' on their dealin' coke days  Only birds you ever flipped was due to road rage  Only gray you ever pushed was due to old age  Bomb grower? Nah dude, the only weed you ever moved was with lawn mowers  You ain't traffickin' shit  No package in the back of the whip  No gats, no clips, why you rockin' that watch still?  Only archeologists check for iced-out Fossils  Is this a vintage affair? Them Jordans isn't that rare  Plus they so dingy they resemble my original pair  Servin' AotP? That'd be a head trip  Like a Cali-bred Crip rockin' Cincinnatti Reds shit    (scratched) (x2)  Y'all tryin' to put a crease in the cards  Everybody want a piece of the gods    [Verse 3: Planetary]  I spit spontaneously, insane on a beat  Gigantic with the rap, I throw a flame in the street  Nothin' less than a professor manifestin' the heat  So hot, I don't even bring a piece when I beef  Rappers shot, make your casket drop  Pass the block, and get your ass beat down, we laugh and watch  And it's funny how we throw a rubber band on a knot  Smack you in the face with it and let you have it to shop  And the reason that you bleedin', you disrespected a demon  Cryin' like little bitches or newborns that's teething  We urban gorillas workin' with killers  Bow and arrows from the Pharaohs, dog you heard what the deal is  We the realest and you feel us 'cause you probably been through it  Suicidal rap, nigga, cut your skin to it  And shit don't matter if you die or live through it  We beat you 'till you piss bluish, hit you with sick fluid    [Verse 4: Des Devious]  I never aim to please, get cut quick, gone with the breeze  And post up, sparkin' my trees  Like it never happened, the captain of fly rappin'  Attackin' with war tactics and write it down in fine graphics  Cause havoc, my "mobb's deep," gun butt, you now sleep  Your funeral be in a week, I dare you to creep  Pack ridiculous heat from sweepin' the streets  The tech nine to your meat, chopper bringin' defeat  To any one who oppose these assholes' murderous flows  I'm standin' here close from breakin' your nose  The life that you chose is nothin', why keep runnin'?  Shoot, I'm gunnin', my muthafuckin' cold deeds is headhuntin'  Frontin' is a waste of time, you get money and shine  On your grind, it's all in your mind  'Cause I've never seen you holdin' a spot, callin' a shot  Pops scorchin' your flesh, you bleedin' to death  Heed these words or meet this bird, Desert  Bangin' at your heartless herbs, heartless herbs, nigga