Can't Leave Rap Alone

Yeah...

I'm like a '88 classic, Apathy goes back

To Fila's with straps and Don Mattingly throwbacks

I'm back *******, on some ******* rap *******t

Rarely ever seen like Asian dudes with black chicks

You mutha******as wanna scrap? Be quiet!

You know when Apathy drops, you happily buy it

All these cats are a riot, wanna rap, so they try it

But'll quit as quick as Ruben Studdard on the Atkins diet

I ain't the type to blow scratch on tricks

Slap tricks in the trap if teeth scratch the ******

Chicken's in the kitchen makin' chicken from scratch and *******t

Check it, Chum's on the track with the scratch and mix

Y'all don't even understand who you scrappin' with

I got Timbs in the trunk, won't scratch my kicks

Y'all are brewin' up a plot, tryin' to get Ap to flip?

Do yourself a favor - scratch that *******t, 'cause...

[Chorus]

Even though mutha******as tryin' to see me...

"Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me" <- Jay-Z

The way I think, I make it look easy

"Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me" <- Jay-Z

You got doubts, but please believe me

"Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me" <- Jay-Z

Go ask your mom to cop this CD

"Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me" <- Jay-Z

[Verse 2: Celph Titled]

The Rubix Cuban's at your door, but I ain't singin' no carols

I'm like Donkey Kong, I got you ******z dodgin' my barrels

Don't give a ****** where your label's from

We runnin' up in your office, holdin' your CEO hostage with a staple gun

And ain't no stoppin' this don; I got soccer moms

Puttin' glocks in their palms and wildin' out to opera songs

Blow off your brim, turn your fitted to a kufi

I'm like Ricky Ricardo except, "I Love Uzis"

When I'm in the crowd, these rappers are shook

They won't stage dive unless they got a harness with a grapplin' hook

Damn right, my raps are real ill

The Celph Titled talkin' doll says, "Kill, kill"

Oh, you's a tough guy, sayin' that you brawl in these fights?

But you got your nose broken by a white ******* from a volleyball spike

Old timers ask me where I got my pimp game from

'Cause I got 99 ******* and ain't a problem with one

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Ryu]

I'm the one to call when your third verse is free

Slip slugs in a pump and disperse emcees

Six gunner with a potty mouth, spittin' up mud

I stay trippin' with a 40 oz., sippin' them suds

Outta Cali with a bang, *******! ******' insane, *******

The man savin' L.A., forget about Game, *******

I never claim Crip, but I'll murder my language

If I can't handle it quick, I'll have it arranged then

Last nine summers, you been suckin' the same ******

But Jay's gone, and I'm still ******' 'em brainless

At the Holiday Inn, my Doc Holiday grins

A little too much for one, so I'll probably get twins

Let the party begin, take it back to the telly

Your body is ****r than coke, but your crack is smelly

At the show, they was rippin' all their panties and bras down

They love it, 'cause officially I'm one of the godz now

[Chorus]