Rise and Shine - Apathy, Locksmith

I got these rappers scatterin' like shatterin'

Your nose bones and splatterin'

Blood in front of a hypochondriac with rare African forms

Of an airborne pathogen passin' through a sneeze

While I’m smashin' through MCs to bring the masses to their knees

I passed all my degrees and handcrafted a masterpiece

Now I’m after that mac-n-cheese to make money like Maccabees

Imagine all these maggots like magnets attractin' G’s

Swear that swag is homemade when they studyin' Apathy’s

They pacin' back and forth on the stage like they half deceased

Or they speakin' in Japanese or they stuck on a bag of trees

Or they fuck up lyrics and freeze… suckers are so predictable

I miss when it was dope to be original

I’m so heartbroken I part the ocean like Moses to escape

But they threw up the bat signal so I’m goin' to get my cape

I’m gettin' my old tapes and all them heavy ass crates

Scrutinizin' all my mistakes, I’ll do whatever it takes

Rise and shine, write a rhyme

And think about all of them rappers that I wanna kill

Rise and shine, write a rhyme

Another day, another night, another dollar bill

Rise and shine, write a rhyme

And think about all of them rappers that I wanna kill

Rise and shine, write a rhyme

Another day, another night

I sit and stare at the disproportionate portrait of portions that rappers speak

upon

That sneak up on Ponzis that prompt me to palm, my speakers drawn

Fond of lyricism, subject matter with substance gathered close

I tend to douse 'em with both

Instead of facetious songs that bottom feed methodically

Like Constantine tricked us by mixin' Paganism with modern Christian theology

God to me is probably somethin' you never seen, let it ring

My lyrics come to life like that rabbit crafted from Velveteen

My self-esteem was punctured, lungs drippin' in acetone

My Ex told me, «Stop feelin' sorry, get off your ass, you’re grown»

These other rappers suck dick, in fact it’s known

Cheeks inflated like them jazz musicians blowin' the saxophone

That cast a stone?

You plastic clones adapt poems

Like diggin' for fossil fuels extracted out of Jurassic bones

You excavated a style that I encoded

Spittin' rhymes back to me like I wasn’t the one who wrote it, motherfucker

Rise and shine, write a rhyme

And think about all of them rappers that I wanna kill

Rise and shine, write a rhyme

Another day, another night, another dollar bill

Rise and shine, write a rhyme

And think about all of them rappers that I wanna kill

Rise and shine, write a rhyme

Another day, another night, another dollar bill