The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
Apathy:
I'll break ya brain cells off at the stem
Ya status is stupider
Ap is a nuclear blast, heart blacker than Lucifer
I could sit and write a list of all the shit I would do to ya
Head so big, I'll rest my fitted cap on Jupiter
You ain't built like this, you're a soft carbon copy
A Care Bear, compared to a Autobot's body
The rap's like crack, I supply to the blocks
Drop pipes, cop mics, say goodbye to ya rocks
I'm a muthafuckin star, the status of John Lennon
Ya'll "Ordinary People", singin' to John Legend
Write a track dissin Ap? better "X" that out
I don't play that, like rap in a redneck's house
I could have ya brain cells spinnin' quicker than Spreewells
Ya female, e-mailin' me all ya details
I don't dig up dirt, I shake the Earth
And I never say names, I wouldn't waste the verse
Off of the top I'm hot, and when they dare me to write?
Prepare to carry the mic to burial site
I'm a pioneer, fuckin' up stereotypes
I snatched chains as a kid, made you carry ya bikes
I got an addiction to spittin', shit is heroin like
Story teller speak of Hell and the American plight
Money blower, funny though, it seems embarrassin' right?
Rock shows, blow the dough on a pair of Air Nike's all night
Tak:
You know the rules I cruise with a tough band
You in the fucking closet with brooms and a dustpan
I clean sweep your fleet body softening and gelling
And now you want a mic, yeah right
My life and your skeleton dummy
I'm in the place you can tell when it's bloody
I freakin pay for your face, trade and mail you the money
I'm ready and willing to watch ??? sever the flesh
Lets see if I don’t kill him in five seconds or less
I keep coming back like rashes on an infant
You don't want a chance to clash with the magnificent seven
Of us it's heaven but never enough
So I tighten the vice quick so his head will get crushed
I'm out of sight now deep in this music
Leaving them upside down fiending for new shit
Ribkat is the wrong pal to creep in the booth with
Blow a hole in your back just to eat him for soup dish
You bitch!
Celph Titled:
Yo the Demigodz stand for killers
More specifically we deadly entertainers, maniac ignorant Godzillas and we
Never took the route them other crooks took
Because we kept recipes for human flesh in my mother's cook book
You're souffléd in more ways then ten
Celph Titled's flow is choking the wind, my favorite past time is soaking in sin
The most accurate sharpshooter with no scope
Shoot with my left and watch you all die from second hand smoke
I'm repping my fans so you better act cool
My soul will make a Ouija board jump up and slap you dummy
You not thinking smart
I bust so many blammers and blinkers that I should start a rock band called Blinking Spark
Sinking sharks with no harpoons, my arsenal is sawblade carving tools sliding your coffin through
Apathy is insane and I'm the same as my brother
I'm like a circus show sniper, I aim for the juggler
Catch a case and before the judge could slam down the gavel
The whole room ducking and hide from grenade shrapnel
These rap verses I be breezing though
Because I'm like a celibate, under oath, un-fucking-believable
I'll break ya brain cells off at the stem
Ya status is stupider
Ap is a nuclear blast, heart blacker than Lucifer
I could sit and write a list of all the shit I would do to ya
Head so big, I'll rest my fitted cap on Jupiter
You ain't built like this, you're a soft carbon copy
A Care Bear, compared to a Autobot's body
The rap's like crack, I supply to the blocks
Drop pipes, cop mics, say goodbye to ya rocks
I'm a muthafuckin star, the status of John Lennon
Ya'll "Ordinary People", singin' to John Legend
Write a track dissin Ap? better "X" that out
I don't play that, like rap in a redneck's house
I could have ya brain cells spinnin' quicker than Spreewells
Ya female, e-mailin' me all ya details
I don't dig up dirt, I shake the Earth
And I never say names, I wouldn't waste the verse
Off of the top I'm hot, and when they dare me to write?
Prepare to carry the mic to burial site
I'm a pioneer, fuckin' up stereotypes
I snatched chains as a kid, made you carry ya bikes
I got an addiction to spittin', shit is heroin like
Story teller speak of Hell and the American plight
Money blower, funny though, it seems embarrassin' right?
Rock shows, blow the dough on a pair of Air Nike's all night
Tak:
You know the rules I cruise with a tough band
You in the fucking closet with brooms and a dustpan
I clean sweep your fleet body softening and gelling
And now you want a mic, yeah right
My life and your skeleton dummy
I'm in the place you can tell when it's bloody
I freakin pay for your face, trade and mail you the money
I'm ready and willing to watch ??? sever the flesh
Lets see if I don’t kill him in five seconds or less
I keep coming back like rashes on an infant
You don't want a chance to clash with the magnificent seven
Of us it's heaven but never enough
So I tighten the vice quick so his head will get crushed
I'm out of sight now deep in this music
Leaving them upside down fiending for new shit
Ribkat is the wrong pal to creep in the booth with
Blow a hole in your back just to eat him for soup dish
You bitch!
Celph Titled:
Yo the Demigodz stand for killers
More specifically we deadly entertainers, maniac ignorant Godzillas and we
Never took the route them other crooks took
Because we kept recipes for human flesh in my mother's cook book
You're souffléd in more ways then ten
Celph Titled's flow is choking the wind, my favorite past time is soaking in sin
The most accurate sharpshooter with no scope
Shoot with my left and watch you all die from second hand smoke
I'm repping my fans so you better act cool
My soul will make a Ouija board jump up and slap you dummy
You not thinking smart
I bust so many blammers and blinkers that I should start a rock band called Blinking Spark
Sinking sharks with no harpoons, my arsenal is sawblade carving tools sliding your coffin through
Apathy is insane and I'm the same as my brother
I'm like a circus show sniper, I aim for the juggler
Catch a case and before the judge could slam down the gavel
The whole room ducking and hide from grenade shrapnel
These rap verses I be breezing though
Because I'm like a celibate, under oath, un-fucking-believable
Lyrics submitted by L-Kyne
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