Sound Of The Clap Lyrics - Apathy

[Intro: Apathy] 

Uh oh, y'all know what that means 

U ready to get into it? 

Let's Go! 

[Verse 1: Apathy] 

My game is air tight, I can dick down dikes 

I'm the flyest thing that's white since uptown Nike's 

Wanna joke around, tryin' to diss, thinkin' it's fresh? 

I'll hit u til' your legs embedded an inch in your chest 

U better bow down this season, nobody's iller than Apathy 

Beings in different galaxies will name their children after me 

Sidewalk's crack when I'm steppin on the street 

I ain't standin on the planet, it's restin on my feet 

The pimp, player, the hustler, rolled into one 

Breathin air into my lungs is like loading a gun 

Fuck around, yo, I'll have bigger problems in dressin up as bin laden 

And tryin to rush the president while he's joggin 

I don't even understand why u bother rockin the beats 

U woulda been better off as a stain on your father's sheets 

Ap is the king, rockin royal jewels that'll blind u 

UFO's couldn't illuminate like my shine do 

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[Chorus:] 

Comin through your city 

Hit the highway burnin rubber (Say What?) 

Did I stutter mother fucker? 

Step out of line 

U don't want none of that 

U better move back when u hear the Sound of the Clap 

[Verse 2: Celph Titled] 

Push the limit try to beat me far 

It's gonna take more than tour guides to help u CPR, see we are 

Villains pullin heists, puffin cigars 

Pullin surveillance tapes out of VCR's, retards 

When it comes to beef y'all know I'm no stranger 

Put the barrel to your head cause it's a real no-brainer 

How am I the type to leave people frightened? 

Cause my gat can sing a love song like Peabo Bryson 

Mother fuckers know my repertoires great 

Puttin heads through saw blades 

My team being broke was just a small phase 

These bitches won't seem to leave me alone 

Even when I'm dead in my grave they still gonna try to jump my bones 

Stuffin R&B chickens outside the label building 

Asking Destiny's Child if they'd have my children 

I got dissed but I wanted fat hoes instead 

Bring 'em to the crib and watch them crack my? sofa bed 

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[Chorus] 

[Verse 3: Apathy] 

I goes right for the right price to touch up your shitty flows 

Got more 16's than R. Kelly ho video's 

Nowadays I get paid for makin a rhyme 

With major labels at my door step, waiting in line 

Cause it's hard to harness the hardest flows that I design 

Blow your mind, bob your head until your breakin your spine 

I stack chips, mack chicks, now I'm datin a dime 

And wear my chain all the time just to break in the shine 

[Verse 4: Celph Titled] 

Committing crime is my forte 

I'm wanted in four states 

For being spotted with sniper gear on all your tour dates 

Shine so bright I gave the sun lessons 

What's a Celph Titled verse without a mother fucking gun reference? 

Cause I'm the cruddiest cat 

U better study a map 

And coordinate to where your body parts are landin at 

C-cl-cl-clap 

We came to bring the raw back 

So you can... along with the track 

[Chorus]