(Gift of Apollo)
I'm coming back like Lazarus
Can't say you didn't ask for this
I'm cla** A and I see
More C's (seas) than a world atlas
So I shrug, cuz I'm smug
Like a master of the practice
Better hand me a Grammy
Cuz I'm gonna win one
With this track's mix
Listen, I'm twist'n backward
I'm switch'n up my attack words
I got to say, I'm surprised!
I didn't ask to rap with Casper!
But lean close, and prepare
To be exasperated
Faster
Cuz I'm nowhere near done
And my tongue still spells
Disaster
I'm gard'en my past
Like the path that leads
To Eden
Even Adam and Eve
Forgot to ask me when they
Were leave'n
I'm wearing leaves
Cuz I made it, and I
Know that I'm naked
I use these words
To hopefully weave
Sleeves or a blanket
Ask for Biblical allusions
And you'll lose cuz I can crank it
Child, turn your other cheek
So the meek can freaking spank it!
If the low are made high
Then "Oh, hi, and goodbye."
Cuz I'm pa**ing you up
As I blast into the sky
All lyrics aside, let me
Level with you
And let you inside
I'm tide up
Cuz holy waters
Rise up on all sides
If you want the truth;
Am I walking with the deity?
Honestly, I'm not
But that's no consequence
Of spontaneity
I found a way for me
That seems to be
Ok, so see
I'm so much more
Like a brother
Than just another enemy
If it stings, then you can see
I must just be a sea anemone
I see I've reached your reef
But your teeth don't seem to enter me
I guess that means we're friendly
Man, I'm writing letters
When you gonna send me?