Apollo Brown & Che Noir
Anti-Social
[Intro: James Baldwin & Ché Noir]
I understand all too well
It seems to me, God is our responsibility
Yeah, that's right. And God's only hope is us
We don't make it, he ain't gonna make it either
Yeah, uh, uh-huh

[Chorus: Blakk Soul & Ghostface Killah]
(Catch me in the corner not speaking)
Oh-oh, you can (Catch me in the corner not speaking)
In a room full of pretenders they all looking identical
While n***as flexing know I'm Gucci
The loudmouth talk will never move me
So you can (Catch me in the corner not speaking)
My n***a, you can
Talk about who owe you favours
Talk about your thousand haters
All I need to know is how you're built on the front line

[Verse 1: Ché Noir]
Look, independent, ain't have to look for deals
Work for myself, can't explain to you how good it feels
Got a taste of my own medicine, so I took the pill
Can't walk in my shoes, you n***as can't even foot the bill
I make music you can ride to, smoke, kush and chill
Type of music that you gotta be from the hood to feel
For my hustlers in the kitchen, that's tryin' to cook a meal
Kitchen counter full of coke, look like the sugar spilled
Reminiscing on them days, back when we was youngest
You're the one I called anytime I needed something
Now I'm in this court room, screaming out: "Free my cousin!"
Please, tell 'em take the chains off, like Deebo coming
I don't argue, triggers talk, bullets big as tennis balls
Put my life in a song, n***a, ain't no pen involved
Since a kid, I've been a star
Treat the game like cops treat a n***a
Won't be satisfied 'till I kill them all, you can
[Chorus: Blakk Soul & Ghostface Killah]
You can (Catch me in the corner not speaking)
In a room full of pretenders they all looking identical
While n***as flexing know I'm Gucci
The loudmouth talk will never move me
So you can (Catch me in the corner not speaking)
My n***a, you can
Talk about who owe you favours
Talk about your thousand haters
All I need to know is how you're built on the front line

[Verse 2: Ché Noir]
Look, kill them all, I put rappers in cemeteries
Then, go to your wake and autograph your obituaries
Pass it out to your fam, kill them n***as that carries you
Drop a bomb in the hole that your family digging to bury you
Just for emergencies, I put a stash in the wall
Now I'm out here pulling strings like I had a guitar
But first I had to ask God
Never drown, 'cause when it rains it pours
Just take a sip, but I had my last straw
Take a peek inside my mind
Thoughts scatter like a hoarder's house
Gave birth to your style, but now I gotta abort the child
No killer, but don't push me where I have to react
Friends turn to OJ and left me stabbed in the back
I fill my safe with cash, black car credit to charge
For them days, I used to make a dollar stretch to a yard
I only drive myself crazy when I press my garage
I got whips so big, I can put a chef in my car, you can
[Chorus: Blakk Soul & Ghostface Killah]
You can (Catch me in the corner not speaking)
In a room full of pretenders they all looking identical
While n***as flexing know I'm Gucci
The loudmouth talk will never move me
So you can (Catch me in the corner not speaking)
My n***a, you can
Talk about who owe you favours
Talk about your thousand haters
All I need to know is how you're built on the front line

[Outro: Blakk Soul]
Line, line