No Joke

[Intro]
Voice 1: Yo, we’re here to break down that science, you nah’mean? You know what time it is?
Voice 2: Yeah, yeah, I know what time it is
Voice 1: What time is it? Is it Gucci time?
Voice 2: Nah, nah, yo, it’s not Gucci time. It’s time to speak the slang of The Demigodz
Voice 1: Yo, Apathy, yo, Celph, it’s time to handle business. Step to the mic, baby
Voice 2: Bounce with these cats

[Verse 1: Apathy]
Yo, I got
A problem with the mic, so I solve it like a man
Grab it by the neck and rock it as hard as I can
From Nike on my feet, to the mic that I freak
Emcees will agree that I’m precise on the beef
Fuck fronting, shut down blocks like “Game Over”
Consistently light shit up like chain-smokers
Flex and I melt down flesh like flamethrowers
Fresh as the dooky gold chain Kane showed us
Funny how your honey or your dame came over
When you were out last night, couldn’t remain sober
You woke up in the morning with a bad hangover
I woke up and banged her chocha ‘til the day was over
It’s like that (Like what?), like this
Motherfuckers trying to diss get put on the hit list
Punch punks like I’m pugilist, (you’ll catch the fist)
When I be taking out emcees like dogs that need to piss

[Hook: Celph Titled and Apathy] (x2)
Easily, I approach the microphone
Because I ain’t no joke, joke
Easily, I approach the microphone
Because I ain’t no joke, joke

[Verse 2: Celph Titled]
On a scale from one to ten, approximately, I’m a thousand
Stomp through your neighborhood, city, or project housing
I am something that you’ve never seen before
Like your grandparents having sex behind closed doors
I rhyme like a scavenger that hunts for his prey
And probably kill a dozen rappers and just call it a day
All I need is a bitch that’ll give me wet dreams so I can
Get my rocks off like erosion in streams. I drop
Science like clumsy professors in auditoriums
And stretch niggas out like a motherfucking accordion
I make you look stupid like cruising the back
You can cruise in the Greyhound, and I’ll just cruise in my jet
I’m impossible to beat like playing tic-tac-toe
Celph Titled is famous for spitting ill rap flows
Yo, me and Apathy are like brothers since birth
You catch a bad one and get put under the earth

[Hook: Celph Titled and Apathy] (x2)
Easily, I approach the microphone
Because I ain’t no joke, joke
Easily, I approach the microphone
Because I ain’t no joke, joke

[Verse 3: Celph Titled and Apathy]
Yo, I find your vital organs and put a machete there
Thug type nigga, but bitches say I’m a teddy bear
Al Capone style, bruising your back, make you
An interracial cat, half-blue and half-black
Block attacks with the raps that I spit on wax
Shit on cats, everything I flip on DATs
Hits hard like Rocky’s spits, cannot be missed
Your God be pissed, now I’m on some Nagasaki shit
And while you at work, I’ll feed your bitch a sloppy dick
I got a hard drive, your man got a floppy dick
The only time you’ll have safe sex and be felt
Is if you jacked off in a car, wearing a seat belt
Your brains melts to mush, your girl felt the rush
When Ap’s ‘bout to bust through pelvic thrusts
Twist your spine, inflict despicable shit through rhymes
Critical, incredible when crippling your pitiful mind
Pull out my nine, and it’s body and chalk time
You signed a death contract and bled between the white lines
Crash the players’ ball, make the chandelier fall
Choke house guests with hors d’oeuvres made out of C-4
And metaphors better than yours, settle the scores
Leave cats wrapped up in medical gauze
You better applaud, you’re feminism, I’ll rip out your skeleton
And now, ladies and gentlemen…

[Hook: Celph Titled and Apathy] (x2)
Easily, I approach the microphone
Because I ain’t no joke, joke
Easily, I approach the microphone
Because I ain’t no joke, joke