Apathy - All I Think About ft. Action Bronson [Lyrics] video free download

Album: Honkey Kong (2011)

Genre: Hip-Hop

LYRICS (I had to write these ones out myself, so apologies for any errors)

[Hook]

Catch your, catch your, catch your, catch your break on the M-I-C

What must I say?

What must I do?

To show how much I think about... (catch your, catch your break on the M-I-C)

What must I say?

What must I do?

To show how much I think about... (catch your, catch your)

[Apathy]

After Ap reloads, get these rappers to explode

Readin' maps to magic roads with John Walker sat in robes

The messiah, crucifier

Who is flyer than [?]

I fuel the fire, usin' music to inspire

Uzi does it, uzi did it, let my uzi spit it

Don't confuse me with them dookie motherfuckers gettin' shitted out

Spit it out, slit their throat and slowly I'ma bleed 'em out

This the Garden of Eden so best believe I weed 'em out

Just because it's pussy doesn't mean I'll always eat it out

Honkey shit, 'Moby Dick', classics you should read about

Buggin' out, gotta chill, 40 ounce, pop a pill

Turn your burners around like the cover for Kill At Will

Holy smokes, pour some liquor out and if your homie croaks

Heard a rapper bitin' my steeze, well I hope he chokes

Vanderslicin' everything in sight, it's like I handle light

And through this mic recitin' frightenin'

Have your family candle-lightin'

Waitin' for this rocket to launch, to try to hit the Sun

Have a séance in the Bronx to channel Big Pun

I'm a phantom with fans that beat up rappers I hate

You'd think they fat kids, the way they always after my cake

My jet's on Jupiter, my mansion's on Mars

I spend a Saturday on Saturn, slow dancin' with stars

This is music where you find a female and form a fetus

A rollerskatin' jam hand-crafted by a genius

And if you smoke trees, you're halfway through the blunt

Or dick deep in some cunt, bitches hate when I'm blunt

See the only thing that's badder is the '87 Mattingly

Scratch that, take it back, '011 Apathy

[Hook]

Catch your, catch your, catch your, catch your break on the M-I-C

What must I say?

What must I do?

To show how much I think about... (catch your, catch your break on the M-I-C)

What must I say?

What must I do?

To show how much I think about...

[Action Bronson]

Yo I was born to be a king where smokin' drug is a mandate

Made somethin' outta nothin', now controllin' the landscape

Bad grapes swellin' in a glass, yo I'm educated

Mind levitated, crime and family separated

My hands are placed right at the top of the chopsticks

Status in society is high like my optics

Say a couple words, the people scream for joy just to get a chance to meet

Smoke some reefer wit your boy

Never really thought the kid would rap

Now it's a simple fact

My flow [?] the way I hit the track

I'm all day with it, pissin' in the street

Just like my daughter at the park, you get lifted off your feet

My bonds are heavy like Olympic liftin'

Play straight and by siftin'

A-I-R inscripted on the side of the pimpin's

Never sniffin', motherfuckers need to learn and listen

Bronsolinio hard cover, fresh [?]

[Hook]

Catch your, catch your, catch your, catch your break on the M-I-C

What must I say?

What must I do?

To show how much I think about... (catch your, catch your break on the M-I-C)

What must I say?

What must I do?

To show how much I think about... (catch your, catch your break in Connecticut)

What must I say? (catch your, catch your, catch your, catch your, catch your break in New York)

To show how much... (catch your, catch your, catch your, catch your break in Connecticut)

What must I say? (catch your, catch your, catch your, catch your, catch your break in New York)

To show how much I think about... (catch your, catch your break on the M-I-C)