[Hook: Apathy] x2Reportin' live from the muthafuckin' Iron CurtainI don't think that I'm nice, homie - I am certainTry to step to this mic, I might uppercut yaIce cold, flow strong like Mother Russia[Verse 1: Apathy]I keep my mind on the cheddar, the nine on the dresserThe rhyme is a lecture, the violent professorThat shines under pressure, a diamond-ish textureI'm the flyest forever, I'm fly as a CessnaYou wonder why you ridin' a VespaAnd I arrive in a fresher ride, leave you tied to a stretcherYou stressin' and petrified that you gon' die when I catch yaI'm the best alive, lines electrifyin' like TeslaSurvivin' the test of time and you in line buyin' KeshaRob you blind with a nine, what a bind when they find you in pineWith a spike through ya spine and I spat in the spot where they left yaI'm the god of the best of the best of the best and the betterEvery muthafucker ever, from '85 to foreverTake 85 of ya craziest favorite rhymes and they lesserThan 8 or 9 of my laziest lines that I threw togetherIt's stupid to measure or stoop to the levelOf you atheist 85 percenters, or any other percentageI'll wait 'til you 85 and you dyin' and got dementiaThen enter ya nursin' center and kick you right in the denturesMy intention is turnin' you earthlings into indentured servantsAnd then it's curtains, and then I'm certain you men are serpentsFuckin' snakes, you sketchier than Professor SnapeI devastate any rappers that try to replicateSend 'em to heaven's gate, but they ain't on the guest listNow they don't even ex-ist, please show 'em the ex-its[Hook: Apathy] x2Reportin' live from the muthafuckin' Iron CurtainI don't think that I'm nice, homie - I am certainTry to step to this mic, I might uppercut yaIce cold, flow strong like Mother Russia[Verse 2: O.C.]Check, most of these rappers like compostWith the exception of the seeds in the dirt when they converse flows that don't growLet's take a trip into the mind of a sealed bridgeIt's time and place through space and real life affairs;The results are mind bendin'Grabbin' your attention is my intentionIt's not about a vow or takin' vengeanceThat Perestroika emblems in the skies mean tend itThere's nothin' like us, and if it is than it's infringementI'm back in the trenches so fasten ya seat beltsAnd brace for the ride of ya life when I start the engineThe game's a farce now, but I still take it seriousJuice I spew, some view lines as luxuriousThe opposite of Fuhrer when I occupy EuropeGold dust litters the floor when I'm in the buildin'Of Mice and Men, I get the same results with a sword or a pen recordings when the madness beginsNot one for trend following, we set out to make 'em followWords empower, god of music soon as ApolloViolate embargoes, stick to the Congo to CubaJust to secure Peretroika's futureDissolution of the Soviet UnionIn '89 you could say we started the revolution[Hook: Apathy] x2Reportin' live from the muthafuckin' Iron CurtainI don't think that I'm nice, homie - I am certainTry to step to this mic, I might uppercut yaIce cold, flow strong like Mother Russia
