Apollo Poetry - Armenian Emcee Cypher 2015 lyrics

[R-Mean] (Intro) Yo, this thing on? Ay yo, Armenian emcee cypher 2015 Pentagon Records, (?) 1915 The Movement DJ Scumbag on the 1's and 2's [One-2] (Verse 1) Yeah, One-2, get 'em Once again it's the (?) Young Uno, Yeah, Uh Standing on top of Mars, I saw Rip my sword like (?) part warrior, part Armenian Musical icon charges arts in war Global, f** a local throne, part of the commition Persona reminiscing of young Michael Coolio Y'all know who the nicest, one's flow is priceless Raw is cult cooking and cut throat like ISIS Raps, (?), punch cats, crush their frame Make you punk f*gs look like the hunchback in Notre Dame My name rings a bell, I'm ill at live shows On stage I see sun sitting which means I raise hell uh The (?) won't even witness who's next Head of the curb, American history (?) Got a universal style, Uno's versatile (?) my ex apache unibrow The (?) cause panic, automatic tech spraying Spattering red stains on shirts like pom (?) Should be casualites with punctured clavicula Let in the beastiality but One's a f**ing animal [Mickey Mook] (Verse 2) Yeah, it's Mickey Mook b**h sh** plead, b**h please f** all that sh** set I roll this flush on all these hoes, all my sh**'s red Spent a fortune on my wheels that's a sweep stake Grinding like I'm Tony, b**h, I've never been a cheapskate They can't relate 'cus they had enough of us Cause we'll bang the same hoes from the supper club They stress wee cut, living like I'm famous Ain't blessed like we are, these sneezes ain't contagious dog To make it there I had to go (?), never had the chance to run it like I'm (?), my b**h long gone, my bros still here We ain't leaving when I say 'leggo, we about to bill here We rich real, real rich, f** a deal b**h I'd rather f** a girl and never sell on pill sh** I f** around in Italy with R-Mean Dope boys, my hoes on the (?) [Apollo Poe] (Verse 3) Apollo Poe Action Yeah, alright, this the one they've been waiting for Making the sound breaking dawns Waited around to make the noise Face to the ground that you hating chores Keeping it tight like a mason jar I avoid that clap clap clap like I hate applause While ya glorify it, I explorify it I look deep into your eyes where your soul is hiding The eco's lying knock knock knock and I'm calling it out that chalk called clock and I'm timing it out, that shock of block No not in my house Mirror, mirror on the wall, tell me what you see oh Have you become every thing you thought you would be, no Then you better go, getting a no-no letting 'em break through Sauce all up in it, go and visit it, who knows where it'll take you To a higher place, where the music takes over Apollo is Pica**o with the bulk of Beethoven Can't let it go if it stays frozen I got so much fire from my finger tips you think I'm chain-smoking I'm (?) letting it rain, I'm in the final stage, (?), inside of the horizon releasing the primal rage-ah Like Michael and Jane I wanna hear you scream The world is a stage and you life is just a scene Cut! [Pknuckle] (Verse 4) My game's anonymous, with the dead ringers I run the politics, I'm with the left wingers The fed rallies, keep trying, but they can't sting us Catch me at your party on the mic like the wedding singer After one glimpse your wife wanna marry you I'm (?), and the homies come and carry you The whole purpose of this verse here is to bury you In other words man, we ain't really scared of you It took a hundred years to try to wipe me out existence Took 30 years for you to see my persistence This flow, extraterrestial, coming out your stereo Like a system of a down seeing arials You are now looking in the eyes of seven psychopaths And you're only wondering this (?) will last I'm kicking in third gear like some nitro gas And I'll be behind (?) to spin cycle cla** ha-haa! [Hollywood Kid] (Verse 5) Now hold up, wait a minute, I ain't with no f** sh** Take it zero to a thousand watch me k** it real quick Real sh**, with my brothers in arms dropping these bars We're the (?) stand tall for the cause we going hard Hundred years gone by but we still here No recognition, I'm sitting dicking, the f** is the deal Boy I'm handy with the steel, sharpshooter like (?) I'm leaning, I pop the pill, you snitching taking deals Snitches we shoot to k**, you dissing, I'm in your grill You tripping, I catch you slipping, we hitting this on the wheel hah They say he went Hollywood, b**h I've been there You think you know my CD man you better fall back I'm with the (?), and they face tats I'm talking facts and Cali where the base at Got the Luis (?) filled with dirty cash stacks I only f** with the realest for 'cuz I can smell rats Real talk, boss walk in my All Stars Lace up my Cortez when the hood calls West lost bone and brady, call me (?) You can find me posted on the east side of the (?) wall Murder [BlackJack] (Verse 6) Yeah It'll be emcees with the 3-3 peets to eat each piece While the weak leg struggles with the speech or read this tweaks, I repeat, I reseed each peek or retweet each tweet Teach geeks the difference between a b**h and a beast And I mention my rythm for five the premise of this lyrical lineage so acknowledge with homage a hollow, it hits you image, live in you audio, over audio, some'll go animal, make you vomit off of audible, and body whoever, 'ay'body saying gon' body whoever be a Bobby Schmurda but box a body yeah about a week later (?) made 'em, my least favorite, a bunch of AZ slaters Gon' need caitings, no bearing but the beat saved 'em So how you gon' fleek when you off beat Cause when it's all beat, it's honestly beyond beef Turn in the (?) beat, can be on the corner in California Before four in the morning, 44" in the prom, the formal warning, the fourn is all you wanted, you'd be cornered in the corridor, where we want (?) open wounds and the cause is more important, supports the (?) from the Porsche to the richest n***as in business, I witnessed them being witty Degenerate, you the (?) punish sh**, but friends opinions will get you clipped without using the pentascript So how you gangster with a man-partner That n***a wouldn't sue a woman unless it risses through hands on 'im f**er [2-Hye] (Verse 7) There's good G's and there's bad G's Like it's good cheese and there's bad cheese Domination, never recessive, I ain't stressing to get aggressive on the rest of you motherf**ers like I'm in (?) Armenian cypher, my position in this is overdue Now where's my people at, quit try to act a fool, you already know I'm willing to take you back to school, looking like those hooker s**ing selfie taking wannabee baty b**bs huh Keep calm, take a choking dick while you at it too (?) skin b**h, and you won't feel that (?) tooth Now what's a snake when it's in line avenue and what the f**'s a line to the owner of the zoo, you're an amateur I'll take your books and street status That's why we Armenian dudes become a beast steady Like the Middle-East havocs, surrounded by our positions So get my people to work together f** the competition, homie [Nazo Bravo] (Verse 8) Uh They told me I should quit, saying they know better When all they did was turn b**h, like Bruce Jenner These kids is full of sh**, man they need a diaper Eyes on my target more accurate than a sniper Money and hoes ain't all a brother knows When she take off her clothes faster than Amber Rose I see that you're in denial, put a chip on my shoulder Ain't that a b**h, around here we say balls up! Get laid and get paid, I focus on the shine, haters focus on the shade Tide'll lose friends to d** and gun-play This one is for the jacker man, this one is for the bay uh Mighty high, I ride for the genocide Never hit the brakes 'till the motherf**ers penalize Drive slow, glow to the whole globe And I make them speak my language every time they say yah-yo Smash honnies harder than crash dummies That's the way to cook the chromo Crumble like cash money A hundred miles running, untouchable like a nun I go zero to a hundred for motherf**ers that want it Bravo [Big-E] (Verse 9) Ten years in the game and I'm OG status It ain't no second-guessing, know no question who the baddest Better believe I'm coming to get in and crack it with a pa**ion Giving the beat a tempo, no matter the instrumental This lyrical (?) psycho, just give me the (?) I'ma k** those No matter who we (?) we can blow them out like a hurricane We told y'all this just a cypher, where master minds get higher Wanna blast a rhyme, pack my nine, in the back of my mind is murder, murder Bust my verse, set it off, no matter the cost, I'm the boss (?) genocide cannot stop us, we're better than ever Stronger together, (?) and we'll pay Strap it in the back (?) in the lack, crazy bone he got my back So I ride around with a dirty thirty, (?) ebola (?) I'm the illest, I'm the coldest and you know it, time to show it Big-L [capital Z] (Verse 10) Short time only Limited supply Sky is the limit but the limit is the sky L.A veteran, f** her, you could never win You can catch me on the front porch with the beverage Name another lawyer that got this much leverage Believe Z when I say I don't need a reverend 35 years old, doper than I've ever been All about better men, f** the back-paddling Your swag on a million, my swag all on one Imagine if I turn it up a notch, y'all done Closet full of clothes, you got nothing to wear Hundred numbers on your phone, you know none of them care 500 FaceBook friends, lonely as hell A dozen differen aspirations and all of them fail I was lucky enough to learn lessons enough mo' Decluttering you life's the best investment yo You gotta find the right amount of energy to use Give a little to a lot or a lot to a few It's up to you, lift my brothers up with all that I got Cause my circle so tight, you can call it a spot I got you [R-Mean] (Verse 11) Yeah Maybe I'm crazy but this moment here truly divine Sometimes following your heart means losing your mind And this is sanity, hip-hop my one true love But the game's in need of a transfusion of new blood And I'm a donor and that dough flow I just don't condone it Cause this sounds as dope as oxycodone don't it? And I don't know an opponent that could compete and rip the mic as hard, if you listen to half of what I'm saying you'd be twice as smart If you a third as good as me that sh**'s a compliment Complimentarly a**-whippings go with the condiments Rappers losing their common sense, the cost of condisending commas, will get to their coffins as best as they continent Now panic and overreacting, just cause my dick got your b**h over is acting You take some Naz and some Em Mix 'em up in a bin, sprinkle a little 2Pac on top Let the magic begin (?) with multible sides, I'm kinda like that pastor with sin Could flick the soda, dick the flow, you don't know the battles amend Sortered the movement with open wounds Now we make face the miracles, a flow like the blood of my people dating, fraiting the river So when I split we all bleed with it You can't say Armenian without the R-Mean in it I'm gone