Apollo

Rip your temple and jaw
Up instrumentals I roar
Mikey and Ryler gon' tear shit up yo floor
Ayo from door to door we relate
My people wake, check
Been on my bapalicious ever since rappers went fake
I only fuck with hardcore
Original art score
It’s all about bringin' the ruck with a metaphor
So ain’t a matter of poor
-I’m bringin that rugged delicious
My fans ain’t richest niggas out
But they know we gon get it
I slam the biggest of hordes
With syllables on these cords
And ain’t none of you niggas gon take one of my broads
Of course
Indubitably a fortress
When combined with forces
We stand in higher orbits
Retire in flying saucers
I plan our way forward
Me and my planets go torture
All of yo habits and forge a new habitat for all ya
We do it for love
So fuck your product
Act prophet on puppets following your bluff for a profit
I borrow
No such a valid motto
When bottling lagers with bravado
The middle of mind is hard like an avocado
Keeping my semi-automatic fully loaded
I'm sober
Flip in the building
The youngin' affiliate kicking yo pin over

What?
Motherfucker wassup
Züri
Worldwide

Fuck em’
Amateur chillen
With the bap we be killin
After they squealin’
Find em at they parents house with their cavity healin'
Bappidy villain, I’m spilling my water
And all you pussy niggas act like authors
Yet you all sort of suck
Minimalistic or animalistic fucks
You ain’t down to fuck with funkadelic sounds but candy crushin
Motherfuckers in hundreds
They crept out sandy clusters
We can’t trust you fanny touchers
You cranny nookers and pussy brushers
Do it for love
And that’s the reason that ain’t nobody gon pay my rent
When the weather hit rainy seasons
Check
My mind has over stepped
The mental barrier
Carry young fruits to my grave
I play the feudal
When usually not on slide
It is beautiful when the beauty and the beast dun intertwine
I bring divine winter wine
In thundering summer dusk
Support the loneliest rapper who still rides the bus