Apollo Poetry - Armenian Emcee Cypher 2016 lyrics

[Intro spoken by R-Mean] AEC 2016, welcome to the finale. Bringing the best of our community to yours; free One-2, let's go [Verse 1: Apollo Poetry] I've got the foresight of a holden one, the anointed one Appointed one, Holy Son in the shogun, rolled in one [?] With the heart of rhodium, thoughts of imposium Y'all are imposing them, wall to wall, pandemonium I go left, there's nothing right, I go right, there's nothing left I go up, I leave the Earth, it gets down to the final breath You ain't saying nothing, designer's conundrum You dumb-dumb, you'd better pull a Gump and go run-run I send 'em, you either burn them or become them With one drum, you wanna beat them I choose to love them It's undone, got the stink, that's what the odour is Put your hands up like you're putting on deodorant If life's a b**h then I'mma treat her like a goddess Be her accomplice, together there's nothing we can't accomplish I grab the mic, like a [?], with a blast of light, gonna rap it tight Better rap it right, my pa**ion for rapping just happens to be an appetite Hungry, for the best version of myself Not a parking ticket, and I don't need validation from someone else These hypochondriacs think that they're ill But a man who's blessed will manifest exactly how he feels That's real, tell them how you feel That's real, t-tell them how you feel... [Verse 2: Capital Z] Yeah, uh, microphone clocked in, time to go to work Sungla**es and... [?] Last night was mad fake, bunch of dudes I can't stand giving me handshakes Can I get a break? Wait There's so much more to my people than cigar ashes, car crashes and Kardashians R dashing them, mashing, way down with the hoopla Most of you dudes is kuklas, hoo-rah I am out of order, I am out of line I am Sandy Hook, I am Columbine I would show you f**ers what is on my mind But I'm too f**ing old, you're too f**ing blind Dick riding, nutsack climbing I see this every twenty-four like a black mobber out in LA Can't afford a house in the hills though Hundred-fifty thousand a year, now I feel blown [?] Calling on all you scumbags One hundred and one bad b**hes You just got that one hag in a cum-rag I'm done man, I ain't dealing with amateurs So next time you holla at me, know my parameters- Animus, courteous, that means I'm mad nice You put me to sleep like I had rice, a**wipe That's right, swerve through the streets like a Lotus Your style's too weak like a [?] They know this I put my money on my dunnies I might not crack a smile but all of you s**ers funny Funny to me, funny to us And whether you love or hate, it's more money for us I'm done [Verse 3: Patrick Antonian] Ha, yo, we fortified like a Cadillac 45 Crossing the borderline, top-back lose my mind My cousin trap, hit me back, doing 2-to-5 Shook cats better k** yourself, suicide This the dawning of a higher calling Kinetic shogun a**a**in, the prince of a k**er army Swooping through [?] in the black [Benzino?] I crashed the whip same night we crashed the party Blowing circles of smoke of the pure dope Everybody got a way that they cope Elusive, loaded AKs and visions of hope Coast to coast, we connect, raw, like kilos of coke I got the warlock like [?] the ghost In the streets you a joke like a comedy roast Yeah, big [?] young thugsta Got your girl head over heels for a certified hustler That's the motto and the G-code So hooked that I might try to take your weed sack like debo It's your neighbourhood repo Clocking MC notes, connected with some k**ers from the east coast Now I'm fiction when my mind's on friction [?] Dodging convictions and every single jurisdiction In a vision like Stevie, storming through the streets in the evening Fueled by the fire that feeds me, boy I'm fed up [Verse 4: BlackJack] Yeah, look, listen Ain't no arrogance, 'cos I'm maring 'em [?] I'm swearing, [no spamming?], preparing these characters to perish In the barest [?] Imperative that I stop adopting It's not asylum, you talking lies And you getting dropped to the size of Andy Miller knockers n***a you not fit for problems Cos when I rock, Istanbul But when them n***as spit, homie, it's [?] So I rip 'em in the middle of little Armenia On a mission with my militia, a**isting on social media Seen the scheme, premium, me, Mean, Capital Z The team, being half the reason MCs in this region is eager to see us defeated We're in the disease [?] You ain't seizing the moment, so what's your motive? Cos motivation to get your further So whatever road you devoted to going know I own it Cla**ic vernacular, accurate, master, they add them at every last adjective [?] If no opponent's a bonus, this sh** is practise I'm asking if n***as bolt, action, and got an issue get at 'em Don't be yapping like you active, then cracked on that [?] Cos I've seen you b**hing 'em Your bar's harder to believe than [?]'s innocence Speaking of him the only type of hood you been in Is the one they k**ed the kid in, no kidding This b**h a gimmick, a vivid vision of fiction I'm finished [Verse 5: Nazo Bravo] Ayo, yeah Welcome to the feast, call a priest In the belly of the beast, y'all delicate as geese This sh** ain't for everybody; pure facts Cats focus more on Snapchat than they tracks It's a goddamn shame And I'm seasoned enough, so f** salt Put respect on my name Industry snakes want a piece of my delivery I don't trust a motherf**ing word like Hillary Uh, one time for all my felons Pimp, who you telling get more a** than Ellen The Life of Bravo, TLOB Puts some OTs sipping VSOP When I spit, b**h, feel my pain Bird brains call strain, trying to steal my range, oh man She wanna be a star Can't sing, can't act, can't dance, so she gotta play the flute Rappers think they cute Before you shoot I'mma slap these kids around like a gorilla in a zoo From Cali to the Shire, Cincinnati to Dubai They recognise worldwide This is mighty high, motherf**er, uh-huh [Verse 6: R-Mean] Yeah, cos ain't no such thing as halfway Look, y'all motherf**ers party too much, and rap about partying too much What exactly is you celebrating? You in the club with no money, your parents broke And still ain't got no job, why exactly is you hesitating? Thinking you gon be the next rap star Little homie, why you rushing like USSR? To be the best you beat the best so I beat myself repeatedly Immediately, you like 'Oh yes, that's all.' Rap god, [?] act [?] when we are raw, we gon keep rising God willing, Hisha Law Cats be like 'Ayo R, is it true that you a pharmacist? So, you like a doctor that's healing patients?' And I'm like, 'Well, yeah, pretty much, but I'd much rather heal people through music than through medication.' So I quit my job at Rite Aid and started spitting f**er's handy, I'll get you bars with no prescription See my country's at war, so we gon stand for this And I ain't talking lean when I say that we some activists Your flow is emoji homie, you're an OG that's smoking OGs We're growing [?]