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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Apathy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chad Bromley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Apathy
Producer
Texty
[Chorus]
Might find your man dead in the ocean
They gotta use the scale that they weigh the whales with
[Verse 1]
I stay the center of attention, center of my dimension
Every sentence rappers mention, I'm elite
Must be from another planet, I'm an alien
Brain of a scientist, body like I'm a barbarian
Frightenin' white viking, fight like I snort nitrogen
I go to war like a rifleman when I'm cypherin'
Cyclin' through these weapons I catalog in my brain
Like I'm catapultin' the flaming remains of rappers I've slain
The scale that they weigh the whales with
To figure out the mass, drawin' figures up in math
Scribble images of the path of destruction
It's troublin' when you see that water bubblin'
And blood and somebody strugglin'
Might find your man dead in the ocean
While I'm on the beach applyin' some sunblock
There's heaters in the cooler, shit is cool 'til the gun cock
The sun god send you soft bitches to SpongeBob
Body disposal for fishermen is a fun job
There's Dunkin in the Yeti, motherfuckers wasn't ready
Better keep that rudder steady 'fore you run into that jetty
Holy grail from the tail to the tip
My shit is big as Moby Dick, no shit
[Chorus]
They gotta use the scale that they weigh the whales with
The scale that they weigh the whales with
Might find your man dead in the
[Verse 2]
Now I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay, Dr. Demento
I'm more like Dr. Detroit and my hand is metal
Dr. Claw, Doctor Doom, Doctor Octopus rhyme
Spit medical malpractice that'll fracture your spine
Every agent in the Matrix hate when Apathy shine
So they try to trap me in mine and track me through time
Off map in a Pathfinder with four flat tires
I'm tryna escape from the trap like I'm Slimer
Pissin' people off like how Trump pronounce China
Brain scan from your favorite name-brand designer
Now we Gucci in the frontal cortex, it's so Fendi
And just like that purse when you first buy it, it's empty
And just like a verse when you first tryna MC
You'll get frustrated and cursed dyin' of envy
I'm cuttin' out the beef like whatever diet is trendy
'Cause I got a squad of soldiers to avenge me
They gotta use the scale that they weigh the whales with
It had to be seconds that it took to hear some hater make an Apathy reference
So it's either gonna be some public rapper beheadings
Or I'ma slap a motherfucker back to factory settings
[Chorus]
The scale that they weigh the whales with
[Instrumental]
They gotta use the scale that they weigh the whales with
[Instrumental]
Might find your man dead in the ocean
Written by: Chad Bromley


