Ghostface Killah

Ghostface Killah - Apollo Kids lyrics

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[Ghostface Killah]
 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  du'  watch me
 4 in the mornin  yo

 Check these up top murderous
 Snowy in the bezzle as the cloud merges
 Every eye try and want word with this
 Kid who punked out bust a shot uip in the becon
 Catch me in the corner not speakin
 Crushed out heavenly, yo' g rock the sweet daddy long fox me'
 Chicken and brocolli, walle's look stinky
 With his man straight from mally dog, he recognized kojack
 I slapped with 5, Masta Killa cracked his tiny form
 E'rybody break bread, huddle around
 Guzzle that, I'm about to throw a hand in your back
 Since the face been revealed, game got real
 Radio, open gats and niggaz, mind pastas, scream the ill
 I'm the inventor, 86 rhymin at the center
 Debut '93 LP told you to enter
 Punk faggot niggaz stealin my light
 Crawl up in the bed with grandma, beneath the lazy board where ya hid ya
 knife
 Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, screw cocktails
 Hit the shells, the pub space we rap
 Walk with me like Darthy tried to judge these
 plush degrees, said the cow, wrap the fees
 Gettin waxed all through the drive-thru
 Take the stance, throw my hand all on the bible
 and tell lies too, I'm the ultimate
 splash the Wolverine Razor Sharp ring, dolomit'
 student in role holdin it

 [Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
 Aiyyo, this rappin's like zeenie, 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 celly, 50 thief up in the city
 We stand for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real
 Apollo kids live to spit the real

 [Ghostface Killah]
 Appear bright fat yellow Air Max
 Hit the rats, snatch 'em up, son, $20 off, no tax
 Street merchant, tucked in the cloud, stay splurgin
 Rock an eagle head, 6-inch height was the bird
 Monday night Dallas verse, jet, juice sled in
 with one hand, 2 culture cyphers, one bag of wet
 Heavy rain fucked my kicks up, wasn't lookin, splashed in the puddle
 bitch slapped him, first thought was beat the bitch up
 Mossied off gracefully, New York's most wanted
 Tiber hawk, saw the yellow brick road, lept over pastry
 Same Ghostface, holy in the mosk, last seen Manhatten 6 chase
 Re-do the 6-8 digit in the briefcase
 Rawness, title is Hellbound, quick to reload
 around faces, surround-lookin sound

 [Raekwon]
 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 baloons
 Locked in lab rooms, hit with glock, stabbed 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-sicles galore
 Gas station light gleamin on the wall
 Cop WiseGuy jeans, James Bond vans
 Niggaz flipped him, rock boats under water, watch Clans
 pose at the stand-off, mad timid
 hopin that the gun fall, guess him like lottery ball

 [Chorus
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Island Def Jam Music Group

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Released in: 2000

Language: English

Appearing on: Supreme Clientele (2000) , Shaolin's Finest (2003)

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