Lord Apex
Green Thrill Zone
[Produced by Grynpyret]
[Verse 1]
To he who sends the shots, of the rifles
Wide angle making Tower Visions like the Eiffel
Hidden Disciple
Extract the future with a scalpel
He used to floss and now the n***a speechless like his mouthful
Check it
Keep talking Jeff Gordon to Stephen Hawking
Real quick, world's ending wanna appeal quick
Appeal to a willing open minded generation
End of conversation you're insensing a relation correlation to the nation
And mistakes that we be making, once a n***a speak his mind
They gon' conclude to immigration i'm like
Fuck that shit, on my shit, come through with some clips and popcorn
What you thinking Glocks for, see I didn't come through with the [?]
Apex known to, roll a king L by the sea shells
She sells photography of body for retail
That's just life though
In this never ending cycle in this concrete jungle
[Verse 2]
Check
Cannibalistic actions when i'm rappin', rap him up in
Rappers pack him up and stash him in a packet
Embroiding flows like, badges on my jacket
Pangaea my actions black static
Back-packing all these black raps
Fun fact, Apex been the shit since '96 though doing
Kick flip type motions when I flip shit
Bagging the bouff to the tooth keep me lifted i'm gifted
Gifted [?] like it's Christmas, Apex the poor smuggling sharp shit
Sharp bit through your jugular, taking off your jaw and undergarments
I'm in a darkened apartment with my darling in a sweatshirt
Hold the mic to the crowd nobody move nobody get hurt
[Outro]
Moving foley coldly with a tonio head shot
Split your hair down the middle like i'm corny
[?] that Evel Knievel
Finns face lookin' Deebo whilst n***a in gazebo
Probably rolling up illegal Apex