Ghostface Killah Apollo Kids(feat Raekwon The Chef Lyrics

Apollo Kids(feat Raekwon The Chef Lyrics

[Ghostface]

 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 uip in the becon

 Catch me in the corner not speakin

 Crushed 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 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 '93 LP told you to Enter

 Punk faggot niggaz stealin my light

 Crawl up in the bed with grandma, 

 beneath the La-Z-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 Darthy 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

 

 [Chorus: Ghostface]

 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

 

 [Ghostface]

 A pair of bright phat yellow Air Max

 Hit the racks, stack 'em up Son, $20 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

 

 [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, 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

 

 [Chorus]