Apollo Kids - Ghostface Killah, Raekwon

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 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

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

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