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 F.B.I. Try and want word with this Kid who punked out bust a shot up in the beacon Catch me in the corner not speakin Cruched out heavenly U.G. 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 hair on your back 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 '93 LP told you to Enter Punk foggot niggaz stealin my light Crawl up in the bed with grandma Beneath the Lazy-Boy where ya hid ya knife Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails Hit the shells at Paul's Pastry Rack Walk with me like Dorthy tried to judge these Plush degrees, said the cow, wrap the fiends Getting 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 enrolled 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 build These Staten Island ferryboat cats build Fresh cellies, 50 deep 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 off no tax Dream 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 hen 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 cheeba hawk Seen the yellow brick road, stole all the pastries Same Ghostface, holy in the mind Last seen: Manhatten Chase We drew the six-eight digit in the briefcase Rawness, title is Hell-bound Quick to reload around faces, surround look astound Yeah Yeah Yeah We spit 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 how, we got the block off, the chain tri-color Freezin in valuor, 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 build These Staten Island ferryboat cats build Fresh cellies, 50 deep up in the city We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real