Locals Only!

[Verse 1: Apathy]
I heard that
Your mom is a nympho, a stupid, blonde bimbo
Who sucked off all your friends in the prom limo
Fuck a new Bugatti. I want a bitch who do
Pilates with a superhuman body down to do bukkake
Foul mouth make bitches go down south
And you don’t gotta live in an igloo to get roundhoused
What I’m rapping ain’t fiction, it’s only fact when it’s written
So just imagine me bragging—it might be something like
Jacking a jetliner to China, the baddest rhymer inside
With a stewardess sucking cock in a cockpit, her vagina
Getting my sperm to 9/11 inside her, the size alone
Is like a saber-toothed tiger’s major incisors
No survivors beside us ‘cause no opponents defy us
The flyest, so why is you rappers all biased? It’s like
The Heavens supply us, and if it ain’t written by us, then don’t
Buy it, just shut up and listen and be quiet (“I love you”)
Me and Noyd is like The Hulk on ‘roids, album’s
Fresher than Altoids, we’re villains and cowboys
We’re poison inside opponents’ bloodstream, which destroys
Brain cells, brain dead, they’ll be searching for your voice
In the static and white noise on Ghost Hunter shows
I’ve ghostwritten hundreds of flows for dead foes
So face it: you’re so basic. You say you out on tour
But never set off your house arrest bracelet

[Hook: ANoyd, (Apathy), and {Sample}]
Stop trying to ride my wave
I set sail and be gone for days
(‘Cause I’m global. You’re local, homie—thought I told ya)
{“Now what do you take me for? The little, local pushover?”}
Stop trying to come up quick
I’m on a yacht with a stuck-up bitch
(‘Cause I’m global. You’re local, homie—thought I told ya)
{“Now what do you take me for? The little…”}

[Verse 2: ANoyd]
King Noyd live in the flesh
In it. As far as province, I think I’ve ran to
Persepolis, my mind is a cathedral made effortless
But don’t buy bull—only if it’s the testament
Then leave your eyes Black On Both Sides—Mos Definitely
Noyd parallel-parks doing a buck-O-three
Act three, I bet you a nominee
I love seating wack emcees, arrest your pen game
I never let my armrest/arm rest, I upholstery/upholds tree in my left hand
While my right arm making you feel my wrath while I
Toss you in Mediterranean Sea. For juice, y’all Capri
Sun, nerve to come out your teeth. My root canal you
My Valium could form Tower of Babel around you
Beef is cow words cowards use when they crowd you
Bring special mail, sentimental values to the proud few
Pioneers I idolize, Nas was the dude who
Made my storytelling in spelling without the voodoo
Whole flow, Pac had the whole kit and caboodle
Still “Jumping ‘Round” the House while I listen to Kane, Guru
My analysis hold mics ‘til my hands get callused
It’s Noyd, might give your body paralysis
You passing us is like calculus with an abacus
I’m hazardous as lights put on after an accident
Me and Ap is extravagant, cause bafflement
List of rappers we put in fragments file cabinets

[Hook: ANoyd, (Apathy), and {Sample}]
Stop trying to ride my wave
I set sail and be gone for days
(‘Cause I’m global. You’re local, homie—thought I told ya)
{“Now what do you take me for? The little, local pushover?”}
Stop trying to come up quick
I’m on a yacht with a stuck-up bitch
(‘Cause I’m global. You’re local, homie—thought I told ya)
{“Now what do you take me for? The little, local pushover?”}