Versuri 06. Apollo Kids

Uh huh, uh huh, motherfucker, uh huh 
Yeah, I see that, I see that 
All y'all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh? 
Stealin' my light, huh? 
Watch me, Duke, watch me 
 
Yo, check these up top murderous 
Snowy in the bezzle as the cloud merges 
FBI try and want word with this 
Kid who punked out bust a shot up in the becon 
Catch me in the corner not speakin' 
Crushed out heavenly, UG rock the sweet daddy long fox minks 
 
Chicken and brocolli, Wally's look stinky 
With his man straight from Raleigh Durham, he recognized Kojak 
I slapped him five, masta killa cracked his tiny form 
E'rybody break bread, huddle around 
Guzzle that, I'm about to throw a hand in your bag 
Since the face been revealed, game got real 
Radio been gassin' niggaz, my imposters scream they ill 
 
I'm the inventor, '86 rhymin' at the center 
Debut '93L.P told you to enter 
Punk faggot niggaz stealin' my light 
Crawl up in the bed with grandma 
Beneath the lazyboy where ya hid ya knife 
Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails 
Hit the shells at Paul's Pastry rack 
 
Walk with me like Dorothy tried to judge these 
Plush degrees, said the cow, wrap the fees 
Gettin' waxed all through the drive-thru 
Take the stand, throw my hand all on the Bible 
And tell lies too, I'm the ultimate 
Splash the Wolverine razor sharp ring, dolomite 
Student in role holdin' it 
 
Aiyyo, this rappin's like Ziti, facin' me real TV 
Crash at high-speeds, strawberry, Kiwi 
As we approach, yo herb, the Gods bail 
These Staten Island ferryboat cats bail 
Fresh cellies, 50 thief up in the city 
We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real 
 
A pair of bright phat yellow air max 
Hit the racks, snatch 'em up son, 20 dollars off no tax 
Street merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurgin' 
Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the bird 
Monday night Dallas verse Jets, dudes slid in with one hand 
Two culture-ciphers, one bag of wet 
Heavy rain fucked my kicks up 
Wasn't lookin', splashed in the puddle 
 
Bitch laughin', first thought was beat the bitch up 
Mossied off gracefully, New York's most wanted tee-ball hawk 
Seen the yellow brick road, lust of pastries 
Same ghostface, holy in the mind 
Last scene Manhatten Chase 
We drew the six-eight digit in the briefcase 
Rawness, title is hell-bound 
Quick to reload around faces, surround look astound 
 
We split a fair one, poker nose money 
Gin rummy with glare, spot the lame, bit his ear 
Yo, you taste a tea-spoon, 300 goons, stash balloons 
Locked in lab rooms, hit with glock, stashed in Grant's tomb 
Clocked him like a patient, his stock's full, hustle invasion 
Knowin' now, we cocked a block off, the chain tri-color 
 
Freezin' in valor, ice-sicle galore 
Gas station light gleamin' on the wall 
Cop wiseguy jams, James Bond vans 
Niggaz flipped timbs, rock boats under water, watch clams 
Pose at the stand-off, mad timid 
Hopin' that the gun fall, guess him like lottery balls, yo 
 
Aiyyo, this rappin's like Ziti, facin' me real TV 
Crash at high-speeds, strawberry, Kiwi 
As we approach, yo herb, the Gods bail 
These Staten Island ferryboat cats bail 
Fresh cellies, 50 thief up in the city 
We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real