[verse 1: H]
This is the manifestation
Of my destiny I
Got the recipe I'm
Gonna rest in peace
Knowing that I hit em with my greatest feat
Indeed I'mma need another grand mystique
I think I reek like the verse I speak
I piece anybody that'll step to me
I beast anybody that'll mess with the
I mean the epitome of steams I stream
I'm deep in the water while I drift to sleep
I'll ring anybody try to stop my dream
I'm flying to the top Apollo shuttle
Apex, H, that's Apollos huddle
Flow so sharp it'll cut your stubble
Rush em and I crush em leave your house in rubble
Chop Chop, bumping in a drop top
Yeah I got couple dimes playing in a crop top
Yeah I've got a couple rhymes begging to be brought up
Then I'm gonna k** em in a minute like get chopped up
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm deviant like a stone cold k**er hit the cement
I'll repeat the beat and then I'll reconnect
I might freeze the streets and then re-repent
Yeah I, I I I gon k** em
Hit em with the heater like the reaper's present
I might get em up and lit em like a reaper present
Im like Mike on the mic I might be the present
That's wrapped so nice that you cop it on sight
Yeah I rap so nice that the cops are on sight
Get hype as you vibe till the morning times
Then re get hype as I spit these lines
[Bridge 1: Apex]
I came here from the after life
With a jagged knife
And that's nice, I
Got a heind sight, because we coming after life
And that's why I hit you with a nice rhyme
[Bridge 2: H]
Chop Chop, bumping in a drop top
Yeah I got couple dimes playing in a crop top
Yeah I've got a couple rhymes begging to be brought up
Then I'm gonna k** em in a minute like get chopped up
[Verse 2:
H, hold up, hold up
You done got a mad man for this one
What you know about workin with a psychotic rhymer
A double timer
That'll get down, and fist punch
Okay one time okay one time
For a b**h that'll blow dimes and spit funk
Okay go time okay go time
Knowin I'm the best f** you girl don't front
Hello, I came here from the after life with a jagged knife
And that's nice I gotta hinds sight cause we comin after life
And that's why I hit you with a nice rhyme I
Got a rep to protect
I'm back back with a black pack and a back pack full of rap raps
That'll BLAT BLAT with a fat check that'll move them like percasets
What do you do when you homies are feelin they'll never amount to the bars that you spitting
Well, it's not understandable dammit I'll turn them to flammable rappin flow animals
Red hook and noodles in my cooking pot
Cooking these rappers like who woulda thought
A whitey from Okie would Shibey Doo Ba
And turn into the sickest fool spitting hoo blah
Metamorphous from porch scortchin to boredom purchases porches import em
Oh sh** got a**ortment of metaphors and a portion poured into this poor kid
Poor kid better better forfeit
When I grab the mic cause I'm blastin off in this space ship
Miss me with the gay sh** I just make hits and my crew go ape sh**