No More Soft Shit

In the basement where mold grows on my old records
 My veins get injected, leave the studio in wreckage
 Bruce Banner bustin' out the booth with the Gama rays
 Fuck ya girlfriend in the face and feed her mayonnaise
 Raps blastin' that Apathy craft
 Got ya black boom box bleedin' battery acid
 Wack bastard, I'll backdraft dragon flame breath
 Draggin' lames to they death, ain't a particle left
 So pardon the mess, the chewed up and charred decayed flesh
 It's amazing after murderin' my clothes stay fresh
 When lames test me, skate on suckers like Wayne Gretzky
 Fuck model chicks with little dogs and gay besties
 Ya crew sweat me, no label - it's too sketchy
 More powerful than Q, for all of my true Trekkies
 You'll get the Vulcan death grip like Spock
 I'm like a shepherd with a Glock overlookin' my flock
 A rock-solid Rottweiler, I'll annihilate crews
 Of all these new school rappers violatin' the rules
 I'm like the principal, invincible rap, Ap's the physical
 Matter, A Master of the Universe, or an invisible
 Deity, gotta speak to me in subsonic frequency
 I never ever let a bottom feeder eat with me
 That energy is way too toxic, these fake suckers lost it
 No more soft shit!
 No more soft shit!
 No more soft shit!
 No more soft shit!
 No more soft shit!
 Get your Spartacus and Marcus Aurelius affiliates
 Each man due diligence
 Every word has merit, balls are steel bearings
 As long as I can walk I stay runnin' my errands
 Slow deaths bein' dropped in the middle of the desert
 With a 12 ounce can o' sprite and some hot peppers
 The hot stepper, feelin' myself, I bypass heifers
 Not really worth the time or the effort
 This a direct message, style's from the essence
 From the origins of rap, frauds bow in my presence
 Vincent Price didn't give em nightmares
 In they sleep, in the dark what appears to em is like flares
 Brightly lit, this ain't no niche
 Some who made it this far some mistake or a glitch
 Take a moment if you feelin' ya heart, you're an opponent
 Be a figment of mirage, an optical illusion
 Fool the consumers through social network B.S
 Rumors worse than the hoes and opportunists (ha)
 Her blood moon indicates that I'm comin' for ya - spells doom
 Ya'll about to witness Hell soon
 Divine signs, amateurs not ready for prime time
 So peep as the situation winds down
 The last bars they acknowledge were Ap
 But surely singin' the lively notes described in the chorus, so...
 No more soft shit!
 No more soft shit!
 No more soft shit!
 No more soft shit!