Santogold Freestyle - Apathy

When they kick out your front door

How you gonna come?

With your hands on your head

Or on the trigger of your gun?

I’m a killer off the top this is not a drill

Simply just a lot of skill

Keep it moving, never time to stop and chill

Pop a pill, down a drink

When your brain is out of sync

Study one of Ap’s raps, it’s teach you how to think

Perculate your brain waves

Circulate your blood flow

I am Titantic, you’re a bunch of little tug boats

But I never sink, navagate away from ice

Ap will find the most percise savage way to slay the mic

Cause I stay up late at night in the labratory

You could never out perform me

End of story, dopest in my category

Rappers wanna work with me?

Haha you probably can’t afford me

You are way too young and it would kinda feel like statutory

Acting corny, sweating me until there is no more sweat in me

And if I, drip dry, you would just think less of me

So

I keep my flow fluent, fluid flowing

This is not a fluke, you would puke trying to do the shit I’m doing

I could ruin rappers, chew and crap you out into the sewer

Ap’s mental like a Pentium, there ain’t a new computer faster

Take a second with it

I take a minute with it

Quit it cause you’ll never get it

It’ll stretch your little fitted

Blow your head apart, head to toe

Freeze ya like an eskimo

Write a suicide letter, sign it with an X and O

Sorry that I have no sentimental abilities

I’m just nuts so put me in the mental facility

When they kick out your front door

How you gonna come?

With your hands on your head

Or on the trigger of your gun?

When the law break in

How you gonna go?

Shot down on the pavement

Or waiting in death row?

You can crush us

You can bruise us

But you’ll have to answer to

Oh, the guns of Brooklyn

The money feels good

And your life, you like it well

But surely your time will come

As in heaven, as in hell