Lost Freestyle

Apathy

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    Yo check it out
    Louis Logical super-regular recordings
    Unknown on the mix
    My man Makalek

    [Verse 1: Louis Logic]
    I'm drinkin' beer 'till I'm thinkin' weird, suddenly disturbed
    With two shots down next one will be my third
    I'm a runaway, flasher, upsetting' innocent by passers
    Cause I refuse to put my gun away
    Buyin' beer and cigarette's and for the underage
    Puke in to the sound booth and dive from the stage
    I've become enraged, from sticky summer days
    Of working for the man underpaid
    I could care less in each instance
    To reach the distance
    Walkin' on the path of least resistance
    Cause when the beat is finished
    I still continue rhyming
    With the breakthrough shit like I'm divin into hymen
    Logic is a sick fuck who love's to get his dick sucked by rich sluts
    And wipe my nuts off on their big butts
    I'm too mixed up with brothers on the slide
    Flippin' you the bird with your mother in my ride
    Brothers on the slide this is Louis Logic
    Unknown is your host, motherfuckers better hide
    Brothers on the slide this is Louis Logic
    [?], motherfuckers better hide

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    {"Just a small example of the abstract"}
    {"I hope my words come as a shock"}
    {"Any way you put it sucker [?] you're getting devastated"}

    [Verse 2: Apathy]
    Ya'll are going down like Mary J. Blige
    My vocabularies live
    I spit so much my salivary needs to re-energize
    Every five seconds or more
    Rhymes wreckin' your mind more than poisonous alien spores
    Your brain absorbs, pain through pores
    Scream so loud you strain your jaw till you stain your drawers
    I bang more... famous whores than Hugh Hef
    I'll battle everybody until there's only one crew left
    And not one more
    Ya'll are feminine as pedicures
    My metaphors are better than your competitors
    I've got way more green acres than Eva Gabor
    The MC that even player haters adore
    I rock dated tours
    When I drop hip hop heads raided the store
    Cop four copies or more for sure
    Undercover motherfucker, secret agent at your basement back door
    Tryin' to kidnap your poor track for ransom
    Handsome but hardcore
    The James Bond in me is more Sean Connery than Roger Moore
    Ap for self, rap stealth 'til I stack wealth
    No need to pack gats, slap cats like black belts
    I spit 'til the wax melts, (?) spin
    Hackin' supercomputers until my box is trapped in
    I cut factions to fractions when rappin' in action
    So def I rock in close caption
    So when you pass out and black out from battling'
    Tap your friend on the shoulder and ask him what the fuck happened

    [fading out:]
    Yo what the fuck was that?
    Yo yo you just got fucked up B
    Apathy the Alien Tongue
    Representin Connecticut
    The Demigodz baby

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