Styles Ain’t Raw Celph Titled & Buckwild (Ft. Apathy & Chino XL)

[Intro: Apathy]
Yeah, you know we came up on an era where everybody was original, had to have their own style and shit. Now everybody tryin' to sound like everybody else

[Chorus]
I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles they bore
I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles they bore

[Verse 1: Apathy]
It's like I conjured demons, got bitches at my concert screamin'
Like a naval recruiter they truly want the sea men
Rip MCs at the seams, leave 'em stomped as cement
I bring these motherfuckers hell if they don't repent
Give 'em aneurysms when I start usin' big words
So I speak to 'em real simple like Big Bird
This has been brought to you by the letter "A"
Better pray you get away when I let Berettas spray
Get erased, get replaced real quick in this rap biz
Like the wrong answers on a second grade math quiz
Sick of simplifyin' for you simple minded Simple Simons
This is simple science when I spit it's signifyin'
That my spit is fryin', I could spit shine the sun's surface
With verses hot as fire, breathin' dragon's burpses
I hate to burst your bubble but you faggots been bottle fed
Noddin' your noggin to what I'm sayin' like bobble heads
I'll boggle your mind and crack a bottle of wine
Over your dome 'til your skull's at the bottom of your spine
So dope you gotta rewind a lot of the rhymes
If Jesus Christ read my notebook then God will go blind