This Is the Formula - Apathy

I’m like a mad scientist in the lab

Experiment with every mic I grab

Beats and rhymes go together like chemistry

So it ain’t hard to see, that this is the formula

This is the formula

This is the formula

This is the formula

I keep it fly like high school when I was in my hay day

Before chump came through, my PJ was mayday

Today was a good day

I didn’t need my AK

And if you don’t know now you know baby

Alive on arrival

Ap spazzed out, when they brought them '93 Air Max back out

You see my poetry’s lavish

I miss them classics

Fuck a concept, this is just some rap shit

You over think hip hop, you’re thinkin' too much

You’re makin' me nervous son, you blink too much

The new shit sucks, you try to pimp too much

A paste of paper, usin' ink too much

I rep CT baby you know me

Always chill in L.A. but my brother’s in Tampa

Almost lost my mind when my father got cancer

You question my hand skills, I’ll give you the answer

Two black eyes, turn you into a panda

Gamma ray flows and start transformin' ya

Sucka I’m warnin' ya

This is the formula

I’m like a mad scientist in the lab

Experiment with every mic I grab

Beats and rhymes go together like chemistry

So it ain’t hard to see, that this is the formula

This is the formula

This is the formula

This is the formula

Yo, my formula is anti-formulaic

I formulate true thoughts to slalom square forms for play rip then make a mosaic

The difference is, you don’t see it you play it

I do shit that most cats couldn’t get away with

But don’t say it’s not steeped in tradition

From a time when samplers didn’t ask permission

And DJ’s could fix shit, live in the mix

With your jeans tucked into your sock

Show off your kicks, game cap

Helly Hanson to match

Fast forward, see the game ain’t changed

Some things just rearrange

I’m still takin' friends from 20 years ago

On some brand new shit like we ain’t supposed to know

Then you multiply that by the fact

E’rybody and the moms wanna make beats and think they can rap

Flooding the scene with crap

At the shows in the stands, no time to be fans, they got plots and plans

And a demo CD, soundin' like pots and pans

Comin' after our spot?

I think not my man

I ain’t sayin' you can’t in time, get yours my lord

But take that shit back to the drawing board

I’m like a mad scientist in the lab

Experiment with every mic I grab

Beats and rhymes go together like chemistry

So it ain’t hard to see, that this is the formula

This is the formula

This is the formula

This is the formula

Demigodz.

I’d like to thank J-Live for coming out tonight.

Jumpin' on this

track.

It’s a classic to me.

Yeah.

Peace to Divine Styler.

Eric Vanderslice,

the Beatminerz, Mr. Walt & Evil D, Benny Shake, Chris Hampson, K-Squared,

shout out to my man Balab Basheer.

Bishop Lamont, Poison Pen, Diabolic,

my brother Vinnie Paz and the whole A.O.T.P.

Peace to Ill Bill, Chino XL,

K-Solo, Apathy and we out