dj unknown & dj mekalek - rare species lyrics
dj unknown & dj mekalek ft. apathy, celph t-tled, and grafh – “rare species”
[emcee(s): apathy, celph t-tled, and grafh]
[producer(s): mobb deep (havoc and prodigy) [original instrumental from mobb deep – “rare species (modus operandi)”]]
[dj mix: dj unknown and dj mekalek]
[scratches: dj unknown and dj mekalek]
[intro: apathy]
(yo) yeah, yo. (i don’t know what song i’m gonna do) uh, check, check (but my man unknown told me to rip this motherf-cker). yo, apathy (so i’m gonna rip this motherf-cker)
[verse 1: apathy]
i ain’t
the type to trick for chicks or l!ck their cl-ts. i’ll make
’em grip the d-ck in the whip and strip for chips
treat a b-tch like a foe, giving hoes no dough
with pros, i’ll never snooze—i’ll consume nodoz. if they’re
popping that trash, then i’m dropping ’em fast, then put ’em
in a body cast with an oxygen mask
i’m the b-tch-whipper, clip-gripper, chick-sticker, cl-t-l!cker
sip liquor, spit quicker, flip sicker scripts, ri-
-cochet, hit a brick. stray bullets split tips
of those bics that you grip when you writing wack sh-t
i could split molecules like the body of blunts
and karate-punch you punks, leave your body in chunks
i’ll char flesh and scar chests like p-rn stars’ br–sts
to find a squad that could test, you’re hard-pressed
i’ll spit a rap to knock mics/mikes out like little mac and
fit a little metal cap right inside your fitted cap
if you spit again, i’m slipping in your little sister’s school
and have her sniffing ritalin and make her grab my d-ck again
and stick it in until i split that little kinky b-tch in two
and you ain’t even seen my finishing move
[hook: samples with scratches by dj unknown and dj mekalek]
“rap game heavy-hitters” – sample from big l – “size ’em up”
“the outcome is critical” – sample from gza – “breaker, breaker”
“my god” – sample from c.l. smooth on pete rock & c.l. smooth – “they reminisce over you (t.r.o.y.)”
[verse 2: celph t-tled]
don’t even
ask for me. go ‘head and ask for trouble
i’m known to push back wigs and pull the extensions on your chick
unknown and mek asked me to spit some sh-t
so i calculated the accurate styles to come with
you better be fully equipped with equipment
that’s powerful enough to polarize the earth and bend it
off its axis. my acronym is a mystery
my arch nemesis is shooken, can’t even look at me
start the day right—bullets and milk is my breakfast
i’ll f-ck the type of b-tches that make dolly parton look breastless
this is the raw n-gga rap sh-t
with incredible action and drama, my suspenseful persona
is honored among thieves, so, son, please. you could get
your guns even and suck on these m1’s that’s heat-seeking
the celph t-tled legacy will live long. i’ll put
planets on my back and hold quasars in my palm
f-ck a laxative—i’ll beat the sh-t out you
and if you a pregnant b-tch, i’ll beat the kid out you
i hope your headphones are airbag-efficient
‘cause, when i drop science, the impact is imminent
[hook: samples with scratches by dj unknown and dj mekalek]
“rap game heavy-hitters” – sample from big l – “size ’em up”
“the outcome is critical” – sample from gza – “breaker, breaker”
[verse 3: grafh]
guess who?
don’t guess you. no one meant you or the
h0m-s that co-defend you. i hope it offends you
i’m on the low with the hoes that i s-x through. i could’ve got your
sister pregnant—you wouldn’t know i know your nephew
gangster, banger automatic mode. our tecs shoot—i don’t
care if it’s beef with the clique, i’m going to get you
i’m going against you and everything that you ’bout
and every n-gga that be bringing you out, f-ck ’em
f-ck your label. you’re not signed yet? then f-ck
your block. suck my c-ck. i’m next. no
at&t, i’ll reach out and touch nine necks
then reach out and bust my nine next. that’s why smart
n-ggas elevate their mind and dumb n-ggas get
slugs in ’em that’ll elevate their mind
slugs in their back that’ll elevate their spine, lift
their chain over their face and elevate their shine
once their fame elevate, they shine. without their ice grill
they’re p-ssy, but, with their game face, they’re fine. that’s why
i add my two cents and loose-change their mind
and take every game face they find and un-thug it
you got a mic in the source? i’ll un-plug it. if you don’t
like it when i fight with the force, then run from it, d-ck
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