Lyrics:

Made out of everything, steady I'm ready, petty rappers
Frontin' gun clappers, A&R selling you cars
Selling you stars, round trip ticket to Mars, so I picked it apart
Spit it, hit it, get it pivot, swivel and dribble twist with the sparks
Touch this, rush off with crutches, churches and hushes
While I'm rollin' dutches past the ruckers
Make a flow in my head, push the clutch
(yo, yo, easy, easy)
(yo, he didn't even use his blinker, what the fuck, man?)
Weavin' bobbin noddin' I'm keepin' features swollen
Heighten pressure on the hemoglobin (swallow the nitrate)

You want your playlist to pop?
Put APC at the top
While I'm choppin' the pavement, it's toxic
I only spit pure hot, it's the brolic
So what if it's popular
I got to infect you in order to affect you
And I don't expect you go get it at first
My brains burst
Sprayin' pure freon on Celine Dion
Scream on cats like Sam Kinison
Innocent bystanders swarmin'
My thoughts formin'
And dormant MCs want to live again
(yo, talk to your man, your man is wild)
Ease back, he's that character
With disparaging patterns
That manage to damage, I'm famished

Mega

Cats trapped up with the hate
But I crack back and inflate
Smack tracks hack you in eighths
Wild safari straight primate
When I spit the tape, spit at the fakes
Spit it to pivot from snakes

Geeze, for cripe's sake, please give it a break
Gotta chop two eights into four bar spaces
My innovations open faces over the duration
For the advancement of the art form
I put cats in back braces