Ain't Nuthin' Nice

I'm undefeatable, Biggie would even say I'm unbelievable

Plus quick to flip like sport utility vehicles

I crush ears, so don't ever come near

'Cause you was done from the beginning like Father MC's career

A new title holder's here this year

Ap's raps got more pussies open than pap-smears

The nicest MC, you'll never dispute

'Cause I been rapping since the tree on your Timb boots was roots

I knock more boots than forty-deuce prostitutes

But not for loot, only if she's hot and cute

Tryna cock-block my game is complete violation

'Cause Apathy got more hoes than fire stations

I face off with imitators and take-offs

And bring more flavor to the beef than steak sauce

You think you're fatter than Apathy, but you're way off

You're soft, and you done more weight loss than Kate Moss

Let me tell you 'bout my only vice

It got to do with rocking mics and it ain't nuthin' nice

Let me tell you 'bout my only vice

It got to do with rocking mics and it ain't nuthin' nice

Let me tell you 'bout my only vice

It got to do with rocking mics and it ain't nuthin' nice

Let me tell you 'bout my only vice

It got to do with rocking mics and it ain't nuthin' nice

Your shit's finito, I wrap up beef like a burrito

Underground flow, down low, incognito

The torpedo, tore foes at tour shows

Through torn clothes, with four blows to the torsos

It's Apathy, so large, my physical mass occupies

Multiple galaxies like God with calories

I cock back, rock raps for dick riders

My mic is something you should never pick up, like hitchhikers

Above average, y'all better practice

Even weak MCs consider you the whackest

I heard the debut joint, your song ain't hot

It's something that a crackhead would pawn for rock

I got bombs with Glocks on lock to blow spots

My flow clocks at speeds of mach and won't stop

You got a lotta hype, but I know you're a flop

Nothing's really gonna happen like when the ball drops

You all stop, you're all pussy clot, mushy as when a cookie drops in milk

I pop like rookie cops with Glocks and felt

Nervous at first but the verses reverses the guilt

From the suckers I killed

I cop green, blast and burn like hot steam

Spit one rhyme and destroy the pop screen

You come too quick like a teen with hot dreams

You act while I crack more heads than rock fiends

Let me tell you 'bout my only vice

It got to do with rocking mics and it ain't nuthin' nice

Let me tell you 'bout my only vice

It got to do with rocking mics and it ain't nuthin' nice

Let me tell you 'bout my only vice

It got to do with rocking mics and it ain't nuthin' nice

But let me tell you 'bout my only vice

It got to do with rocking mics and it ain't nuthin' nice

I hold power like Imhotep controls magic

Spin old jazz wax and rap over static

I want hip-hop to come back and make classics

Nas should spit it like he did it for Illmatic

My raps add up like numbers in mathematics

I got more tracks than the arms of crack addicts

My wax acts like an axe, hacking up faggots

I'm fly like the adult stage of maggots

Apathy's the illest on mics, it's like a habit

And even ask Ed OG, I got to have it

Planes tailspin to the ground when Ap jacks it

I'll bubble your mouth hole like Southpole jackets

It's tragic, why you even mess with this rap shit

Nobody wants to fuck with you like busted fat chicks

Your clips ain't full, when you pull, your gat clicks

Now how you gonna battle this, spitting that whack shit?

Let me tell you 'bout my only vice

It got to do with rocking mics and it ain't nuthin' nice

Let me tell you 'bout my only vice

It got to do with rocking mics and it ain't nuthin' nice

Let me tell you 'bout my only vice

It got to do with rocking mics and it ain't nuthin' nice

Let me tell you 'bout my only vice

It got to do with rocking mics and it ain't nuthin' nice