Ghostface Killah - Apollo Kids (Feat. Raekwon) | Текст песни

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• Ghostface Killah
• Apollo Kids (Feat. Raekwon)

[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

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