Deeper Cover Freestyle (Explicit) - Apathy

Apathy Yo Big Mike man

These dudes are rapping more p**sy by the second

All this talk about gwap gotta stop

Y'all ain't got none anyway

You know your boy Ap sick spit more flows and raps

Than hoes got tats on they tits and lower backs

Y'all are phoney criminals

That feel they so real

Less cases than the end of Deal Or No Deal

I'ma earn my stripes when I work with Mike

So this verse I write can make the Earth ignite

Got a gun made special so led can spray three ways

And 187 the Feds who raid DJs

Ap's your boy but I'm viewed as the man

Me and Mike do it big but we huge in Japan

Not Yakuza but the crews think Apathy's gangsta

Get the doe blow the show with my Japanese geishas

See the tattoo on my arm when I slap you with my palm

I'll kidnap you and your mom and attach you to a bomb

When I rap they say I'm radical but rapping don't do it

I can clap you in the clavicle to classical music

A fanatical Nautica addict back in '94

Putting bodies in the ground as deep as a dinosaur

Globe trotter make your flow stop quicker than heart failure

Cause fans think I'm awesome from Austin to Australia

My rep grows bigger how you rep is repetative

There's a rapper more connected in Connecticut

Negative

I'm one of the best fill up my lungs in my chest

And mutter under my breath like my tongue is possessed

Miles underneath the Earth I can call Hell home

So it doesn't even roam when I'm on cell phones

Keep the crucifix close to you

When I spit it's a quotable

Rock my Uptowns once all my kicks are disposable

I could quickly dispose of you

Get a bomb to explode in you

I be standing right over you

What the f**k am I supposed to do

The quicker picker upper

Pick your burner up quicker

I murder quicker than a click cause my all my verses are sicker

The sickest I can pick you off with a pistol in my peripheral

Riff with you over a b**ch and I bring out the b**ch in you

Blow you to bits a pink mist mostly invisible

Kinda like that movie an eagle can make me invincible

I rap like a ritual getting rich by the syllable

Bungee jump out the womb and cut my own umbilical

Billions of flows composed I be killing my foes

You got a new style

Sh*t I got a million of those