At 25 years of age, Apathy could very well be hip-hop's next big thing. The Connecticut based emcee, who spent most of his life bouncing from place to place, first discovered hip-hop through Melle Mel's verses on Chaka Kahn's "Feel For You", writing his own lyrics to match the track. By 1991, Ap started taking this rap shit seriously, and a few short years later, Ap made his debut on wax, appearing on three tracks on Jedi Mind Tricks critically acclaimed underground debut "The Psycho Social" LP in 1996. But it wasn't until 1998 that Apathy graduated from guest artist to solo artist. With an initial show-stealing verse on an Eddie Ill and D.L.
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Apathy

Hook plays once
"I am immortal, I have inside me blood of kings
I have no rival, no man can be my equal."
[Verse 1]
I spit, to make the mic like a flammable torch
"It's understandable" my mind is a mechanical force
And I'm a cannibal my mandible is chewin' ya corpse
"I'm tyrannical, a vandle of intangible sorts
Not a mineral a mammal or an animal, I'm.
Metaphysical, the syllables in critical rhymes
Flows blowin' off ya limbs like invisible mines
Been invincible with rhymes since the biblical times
A warlord with a sword from the Mongul Horde
Speak the tongue of the lord, to bless my vocal chords
They tried to resurrect hip-hop, but faith is gone
So I'll take it over by force like Ghengis Khan
If you say it ain't raw, you better pray to Allah
Cuz I got an arrow that'll travel straight thru the jaw
Got breath control, flow like a ship with a sail
Divine when I spit, like if I sipped from the grail
Cuz I'm immortal
Hook repeats twice
"I am immortal, I have inside me blood of kings
I have no rival, no man can be my equal." IMMORTAL
[Verse 2]
I'm underground like communities of homeless bums
Sleepin' by the third rail where the A Train runs
My brain strains to lift freight trains from off the ground
When I'm walkin' around, I'm the talk of the town
Cuz I harness mental powers scientists don't understand
So I'm on the low hiding from the average man
In a bad savage land I'm rockin' a gas mask
With black gats attached to snaps on back packs
To easily grip, when frequency blips
Alert me to intruders in the sewers where I secretly sit

Fine tunin' my rhymes until I got the hottest style
Then wrestle the mi