[Verse 1:]
In my mind im a fighter,
my hearts a lighter,
my soul is the fluid,
my flow sparks it right up.
An arsonic writer,
author with arthritis,
Carpal tunnel, Marshall with start-shit-itis.
Hard headed and hot headed,
bull headed and pig headed,
dickheaded a prick,
a big headache.
I'm sick, Quick witted.
For every lyric spitted,
there are six critics who wait for me to slip with it.
So quick, it's dynamite stick bury the wick!
I'ts gonna explode any minute,
so ? tick with it.
and its not nelly, do not tell me to stop yelling
when i stop selling i'll quit so stop dwelling
I am not failing, you fuckers are not ready
Cos I got jelly like a ? belly.
This is destiny yes money im off running so get off me im not slowing or softening..

[CHORUS:]
No apologies.
No suckers im not sorry
you can all sue me.
Y'all could be the cause of me.
No apologies.
Y'all feeling the force of me no remorse from me..
Like there was no real cause for me
No apologies.
I'm not even acknolegeing you at all, 'til i get a call that gods coming.
No apologies.
Laugh fuckers its all funny, I could spit in your face while you standing across from me
No apologies! [echo]

[VERSE:]
My head hits the pillow,
a weeping willow,
i cant sleep.
a pain so deep it bellows,
but these cellos,
help just to keep me mellow.
Hands on my head,
touch knees to elbows im hunched over.
Emotion just flows over these cold shoulders are both frozen you dont know me
i keep saying it, i cant stress it enough so keep playing and stand next to the subs
I choke mic's like asphyxiation when im strangling my own throat masturbating
fuck yeah im a basket case! Im'a master this rap shit til my ass is wasted!
Til my assasination, til im slain cos of some fag's infactuation.
'44 Mags, a facination, a taste for disaster, and if thats the case then..

[CHORUS:]
No apologies.
No suckers im not sorry
you can all sue me.
Y'all could be the cause of me.
No apologies.
Y'all feeling the force of me no remorse from me..
Like there was no real cause for me
No apologies.
I'm not even acknolegeing you at all, 'til i get a call that gods coming.
No apologies.
Laugh fuckers its all funny, I could spit in your face while you standing across from me
No apologies! [echo]

[VERSE:]
This song isnt for you its for me, a true MC.
It's what he'l do just to see if he still has it.
And if his skills mastered, hes able to spill raps long after hes killed thats a
Real MC.
Got you feeling me, wether willing or unwillingly, you still agree.
As long as there's still this hunger and will in me, then expect a longer life expectancy.

Id be a savage beast if i aint have this, outlet to salvage me inside.
I'd be exploding soaked in self loathing and mourning.
So im warning dont coax me its silly, im really a sheep in wolfs clothing who only reacts when he gets pushed?
Don't be fooled.
The press blows up this whole thing, its stupid.
They dont know cos they dont see, that im wounded,
all they did was ballooned it.
Im sick of talking bout this tattoo's Cartoon did.
Thats why i tuned it out, im sick of duking, they can suck my dick while im puking,
and you too you can...

[OUTRO:]
Expect no sympathy from me im an MC, this is how im spose to be.
Cold as a G.
My hearts frozen, it dont even beat so
dont expct no apologies...
Expect no sympathy from me im an MC, this is how im spose to be.
Cold as a G.
My hearts frozen, it dont even beat so
dont expct no apologies...