Artist: Apocalipps
Album:  n/a
Song:   Life or Death
Typed by: King Kane

[Chorus: Nas sample]
My mic check is life or death, life or death, life or death
My mic check is life or death, life or death, life or death
My mic check is life or death, life or death, life or death
My mic is contact, life or, life or death, life or death
My mic check is life or death, life or death, life or death
My mic is contact, life or, life or death, life or death
My mic check is life or death, life or death, life or death
My mic is contact, life or, life or death, life or death
My mic check is life or death, life or death, life or death
My mic is contact, life or, life or death, life or death
My mic check is life or death, life or death, life or death
My mic is contact, life or, life or death, life or death

[Intro: Apocalipps]
It's time to go in, yeah, come on
What it is... come on...
Ruthless... Bastardz...
Apoca-lipps, come on...
Yeah... come on...

[Apocalipps]
Yo, what's the deal with the unsigned hype?, they must got crack in they pipe
They got these rappers that's unsigned hype
Most of em soft, not even worth the slug
I fuckin stab 'em with my pen, and write a rhyme with they blood what
You ain't a thug, so why you rappin like that
You ain't never bust a gun so why you actin like that
You a copy cat, wit ya sloppy raps
All that fake spoiled beef, take that chopped meat back
And you can bang this in your M3 and keep boppin ya head
Apocalipps, the definition of a MC
Stomachs on empty, so if a producer front on my beat
Imma whip his ass out with the MP
The mic possessed me at a young age
I was a shallow bastard, but it got me on stage
It told me: stay sharp, stay creative
And if it speak of a battle that you was in, they better tell me you ate 'em
And I said I promise until my days is done
If you ever diss me I hope you catch AIDS on your tongue, yeah!

[Chorus]

[Apocalipps]
Yo, this is 40 cal rap music, get slapped music
My vocal booth got C4 attached to it
I came a long way from hoppin the trains
Like the Force MC's rapping on the Ferry for change
The game changed, now it's not about your skills
Long as the beat is bangin, something that the club could feel
But the industry don't make me, pa, Apocalipps is a star
Fuck around and straight suplex your A&R
And I don't care what your funds be like
Cause I can cop a couple of grams and my ones stay tight
Matter of fact you ain't rich, bitch, you's a rich bitch
Take you to the precinct, you probably do a great bid
I do mixtapes, mad shows and rip shit
But it's sad, cause I'm known more for my big nicks
New York for life, the Bastardz is thorough
With connections like cable through the whole five boroughs
Let's go!

[Chorus]

[Outro: Apocalipps]
Yeah, it's my life, uh-huh, I dare you
Anybody test my mic, I'mma destroy you
And everybody that fuckin run with you
Pop your head off, records, come on, yeah, come on