no rapper (bonus track) lyrics – apathy

[hook: ll cool j]
no one can rap quite like i can
no one can rap quite like i can
no one can rap, can rap, can rap (x3)
i’m like tyson,
way before the tat on his face
a knucklehead punchin’ meteors back into sp*ce
evacuate the earth, these puny humans in trouble
i’m even ruinin’ rubble, head for the moon on the double
i’m br*ss-knuckled up,
money pulled tighter than elliott
dippin’ quick with e.t. on his bike basket
i like static, mic addict, white magic spells like a sorcerer
man with the wingspan of the nemesis enforcer
i birth rappers, don’t bite the hand that feeds you
i’ll bite back, i’ll eat you, devour and defeat you
i’m lethal with raps, only leave you with scr*ps
of the meat that you sink your teeth through
that was ap’s, it’s a fact
f*ck hoes till they backbones collapse
who the f*ck asked you up?
you a sucker for sn*tch
sufferin suc-a-tash
, motherf*ckers is trash
next time you listen to your buddies wear a gas mask
what a blast, similar to nuclear waves or atom bomb
back to the lab to rap to ancient babylon
sinners can soak in h*llfire for treason
and these newjacks get slapped in they cr*ps for breathin’
and it’s freezin’ in the summer
july and june were seen colder than night on the dark side of the moon
you collide with a goon who sp*wned inside a coc**n
f*ck wh*r*s inside a saloon, then ride to high noon
any survivors consumed, or left alone with the fumes
are liable to be suicidal, left inside of a tomb
you should stay off the mic, stick to bein’ a f*g
cause no rapper can rap quite like i can
i’m a bionic commando, rockin’ metal gear
find me in the studio with a dead engineer
and i never shed a tear for the sh*t i shouldn’t’a did
shatter bones when i shove a shaker to your ribs
i’m the lord of the rings, four fingers and br*ss knuckles
walkin’ on the surface of saturn, breathin’ gas bubbles
heavy ammunition, i’m a powerful magician
and someone’s a demon when four moons are in position
i’ll be c*ckin’ back a cannon that mechanically links
with an army rollin’ deeper than the gramercy riffs
separate fact from myth
suckas get lit, jugulars slit, i’m runnin’ this sh*t
i’m rep-killin’ suckas from tokyo to temecula
rockin’ my compet*tors to knock ’em out this nebula
i can *ssemble several metal weapons in seven seconds
set ’em up to puncture while you pumpin’ evanescence
rappers get soft every second, so i ain’t sweatin’ y’all
flows i compose stay flammable as ethanol
so on friday i’m practisin’ gunplay
playin’ rebecca black backwards to black sunday
ready to rip, we’re rappin’ the repet*tion
i’m dope, the definition of death and demolition
priests get premonitions and pray
they not prayin’, it’s peace
cause ap is a beast, i don’t play
way two fourty i kill rappers in my way
swear to god 99% of newjacks are gay
with they nerdy-*ss voice and they little frat flow
whip they soul out they throat, throw it through a black hole
i blackout, pack backpacks with black pistols
leave you shook as criminals seein the bat signal
so fall the f*ck back think they’re bein’ a fan
cause no rapper can rap quite like i can

/ apathy lyrics