No Apologies lyrics

[Verse 1]

In my mind I'm a fighter, my heart's a lighter

My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up

An arsenic writer, author with arth-r-itis

Carpal-tunnel, Marshall with start-shit-itis

Hard-headed and hot-headed

Bull-headed and pig-headed, dick-headed, 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, this dynamite stick, bury the wick

It's gonna explode any minute

Some lunatic lit it, and it's 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

‘Cause I got jelly, like Beyoncé's pot belly

This is destiny; yes, money, I'm off running

So get off of me, I'm not slowing or softening

[Hook]

No apologies! Nah, suckers, I'm 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 for me, like there was no recourse for me

No apologies! Not even acknowledging you at all

'Til I get a call that God's coming

No apologies! Laugh, fuckers, it's all funny

I can spit in your face while you're standing across from me

No apologies!

[Verse 2]

My head hits the pillow, a weeping willow

I can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellows

But these cellos help just to keep me mellow

Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows

I'm hunched over, emotion just flows over

These cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me

I keep saying it, I can't stress it enough

So keep playing it, and stand next to the subs

I choke mics like asphyxiation

When I'm strangling my own throat masturbatin'

Fuck yeah, I'm a basket case and

I master this rap shit 'til my ass gets wasted

'Til my assassination

'Til I'm slain because of some fag's infatuation

.44 mag's fascination

A taste for disaster, and if that's the case, then—

[Hook]

No apologies! Nah, suckers, I'm 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 for me, like there was no recourse for me

No apologies! Not even acknowledging you at all

'Til I get a call that God's coming

No apologies! Laugh, fuckers, it's all funny

I can spit in your face while you're standing across from me

No apologies!

[Verse 3]

This song isn't for you, it's for me

A true MC, it's what he'll do just to see

If he still has it and if his skills mastered

He's able to spill raps long after he's killed, that's a

Real MC, got you feelin' me

Whether willing or unwillingly, you still agree

As long as there's still this hunger and will in me

Then expect a longer life expectancy

I'd be a savage beast If I ain't had this

Outlet to salvage me inside

I'd be exploding, soaked in self-loathing

And mourning, so I'm warning you don't coax me

It's silly, I’m really a sheep in wolf's clothing

Who only reacts when he gets pushed, don't be

Fooled, the press blows up this whole thing

It's stupid, they don't know, ‘cause they don't see

That I'm wounded, all they did was ballooned it

I'm sick of talkin' about these tattoos Cartoon did

That's why I tuned it out, I'm sick of dukin'

They can suck my dick while I'm pukin'

And you too, you can—

[Outro]

Expect no sympathy from me

I'm an MC, this is how I'm supposed to be

Cold as a G, my heart's frozen

It don't even beat, so expect no apologies

Expect no sympathy from me

I'm an MC, this is how I'm supposed to be

Cold as a G, my heart's frozen

It don't even beat, so expect no apologies