[Verse 1: Apathy]In the basement where mold grows on my old recordsMy veins get injected, leave the studio in wreckageBruce Banner bustin’ out the booth with the Gamma raysFuck ya girlfriend in the face and feed her mayonnaiseRaps blastin’ that Apathy craftGot ya black boom box bleedin’ battery acidWack bastard, I’ll backdraft dragon flame breathDraggin’ lames to they death, ain’t a particle leftSo pardon the mess, the chewed up and charred decayed fleshIt’s amazing after murderin’ my clothes stay freshWhen lames test me, skate on suckers like Wayne GretzkyFuck model chicks with little dogs and gay bestiesYa crew sweat me, no label - it’s too sketchyMore powerful than Q, for all of my true TrekkiesYou’ll get the Vulcan death grip like SpockI’m like a shepherd with a Glock overlookin’ my flockA rock-solid Rottweiler, I’ll annihilate crewsOf all these new school rappers violatin’ the rulesI’m like the principal, invincible rap, Ap’s the physicalMatter, A Master of the Universe, or an invisibleDeity, gotta speak to me in subsonic frequencyI never ever let a bottom feeder eat with meThat energy is way too toxic, these fake suckers lost itNo more soft shit![Chorus:]No more soft shit!No more soft shit!No more soft shit!No more soft shit![Verse 2: O.C.]Get your Spartacus and Marcus Aurelius affiliatesEach man due diligenceEvery word has merit, balls are steel bearingsAs long as I can walk I stay runnin’ my errandsSlow deaths bein’ dropped in the middle of the desertWith a 12 ounce can o’ sprite and some hot peppersThe hot stepper, feelin’ myself, I bypass heifersNot really worth the time or the effortThis a direct message, style’s from the essenceFrom the origins of rap, frauds bow in my presenceVincent Price didn’t give em nightmaresIn they sleep, in the dark what appears to em is like flaresBrightly lit, this ain’t no nicheSome who made it this far some mistake or a glitchTake a moment if you feelin’ ya heart, you’re an opponentBe a figment of mirage, an optical illusionFool the consumers through social network B.SRumors worse than the hoes and opportunists (ha)Her blood moon indicates that I’m comin’ for yaSpells doom, ya’ll about to witness Hell soonDivine signs, amateurs not ready for prime timeSo peep as the situation winds downThe last bars they acknowledge were ApBut surely singin’ the lively notes described in the chorus, so…[Chorus:]No more soft shit!No more soft shit!No more soft shit!No more soft shit!
