The Broadcast Apathy & O.C.

[Intro:]
This is the Voice of America
The following program is in Russian

[Hook: Apathy]
Transistor radio, transmission's live
Tune this frequency in, if you want to survive
We broadcastin' for those behind enemy lines
We broadcastin' for those behind enemy lines

[Verse 1: O.C.]
Yo, call me a verbal alcoholic
Domestic abuse against rappers I torment
I hope ya had form while I chilled then laid dormant
Each line up until the last bar, then the chorus
Is murder, in the verse spittin' slugs from my taste buds
Each tap counts, 'cause ammo I don't waste none
This is a power trip, so listen up clear
You can love it or leave it alone, this is my year
Pray I lose, terror cell, light diffused
Icon, nice on mics, enemies I bomb
In the midst of it all, see, I managed to remain calm
Shower napalm, me and my liaison
Pull a Bugs Bunny, click the lights off
Swing a bat like I'm fenced in the dream, now you seein' stars
A beat for me is a obstacle course
I run through it till each and every level of it's done, gone