The Apollos - Deep Dreams lyrics

[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**