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In the basement where mould grows on my old records My veins get injected, leave the studio in wreckage Bruce Banner bustin’ out the booth with the Gama rays Fuck ya girlfriend in the face and feed her mayonnaise Raps blastin’ the Apathy craft They got ya black boom box bleedin’ battery acid Wack bastard, I’ll backdraft dragon flame breath Draggin’ lames to they death, ain’t a particle left So pardon the mess, the chewed up and charred decayed flesh It’s amazing after murderin’ my clothes stay fresh When lames test me, skate on suckers like Wayne Gretzky Fuck model chicks with little dogs and gay besties Ya crew sweat me, no label - it’s too sketchy More “power for the cube” for all of my true Trekkies You’ll get the Vulcan death grip like Spock I’m like a shepherd with a Glock overlookin’ my flock A rock-solid Rottweiler, I’ll annihilate crews Of all these new school rappers violatin’ the rules I’m like the principal, invincible rap, Ap’s the physical Matter, A Master of the Universe, or an invisible Deity, gotta speak to me in subsonic frequency I never ever let a bottom feeder eat with me That energy is way too toxic, these fake suckers lost it No more soft shit! No more soft shit! Letras de cancionesNo more soft shit! No more soft shit! No more soft shit! Get your Spartacus and Marcus Aurelius affiliates Each man due diligence Every word has merit, balls are still bearin's As long as I can walk I stay runnin’ my errands Slow deaths bein’ dropped in the middle of the desert With a 12 ounce can o’ sprite and some hot peppers The hot stepper, feelin’ myself, I bypass heifers Not really worth the time or the effort This a direct message, style’s from the essence From the origins of rap, frauds bow in my presence Vincent Price didn’t give em nightmares In they sleep, in the dark what appears to em is like flares Brightly lit, this ain’t no niche Some who made it this far some mistake or a glitch Take a moment if you feelin’ ya heart, you’re an opponent Be a figment of mirage, an optical illusion Fool the consumers through social network B.S Rumors worse than the hoes and opportunists (ha) Her blood moon indicates that I’m comin’ for ya - spells doom Ya’ll about to witness Hell soon Divine signs, amateurs not ready for prime time So peep as the situation winds down The last bars they acknowledge were Ap But surely singin’ the lively notes described in the chorus, so… No more soft shit! No more soft shit! No more soft shit! No more soft shit! From Letras Mania