Apollo Kids Lyrics by Ghostface Killah

Apollo Kids Lyrics

    ft. Raekwon the Chef

    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

    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

    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