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ghosttherapper – apollo lyrics

yeah? yeah. ghost

[part 1, ghost]
i murder the game, premeditated
light the flame, raise the bar, levitated
asked me where i got it, i gotta tell em “i made it”
i’m loving what i’m doin, but some body’s gonna hate it
and i don’t give a crêpe , excuse my french,
i know i’m the best, stole the crown, stood up, stood out from all the rest
some of you rappers’ lines look like something i digest
act like you’re solving problems, well guess what? i wrote the test

man, don’t test me. try and copy my flow, you can’t best me
warren buffet better come invest in me
cause i’mma make the old status quo rest in peace
ain’t no peace in the middle east
ain’t no peace in the middle east; i ain’t scared of no enemies
i get me energy from my “inner g”, so my only enemy is my “inner me”

you better recognize, but first you better cognize
i catalyze my own enterprise. do you know what that implies?
not by chance; this was all designed
clothes, shoes, watch, this was all designed
you better watch that throne, cause i’m getting mine
kanye you can’t reach this, real divine
you a side dish, and it’s dinner time

i always go hard; you must not remember: hamnesia
you rap with no feeling: anesthesia
but enough of that, i didn’t come to chat
i came to represent; i’m a diplomat
i came to reform, never conform
my cousin thought they’d never for him
“mightier than the sword? yeah right”
they put him in the pen. they were right

they told me, “write a pop hit i can sing along with.”
i couldn’t write that kind of music so i wronged it
cole said, “play the game to change the game”
but i don’t play games, i don’t want fame
i want to stay the same, don’t want to say my name
don’t want champagne, don’t want cocaine, no disdain
i ain’t in a gang, i don’t make it rain, i don’t wear a chain
no pop hits, no “live-long” hits, no bong hits, none of that…

[part 2, ghost]
fight, perservere, get better, succeed, become a pro
yeah i’m a pro with these verbs, cause all i spit is proverbs
critics used to call my music “stereotypical”
now they play my music on their stereo, typical

call it “ideological” if you want, but your ideas aren’t logical
and i don’t care about your philosophy. philosophy? what a pseudoscience
if they actually made any money, i’d sue the science
just playing. i wouldn’t even consider it
truth be told, i’m not that considerate

i’m going all in. it’s all or nothing
i hope it’s not all for nothing
it may seem like i’m babbling, but i’m just dabbling around these thoughts
tied up inside of me, let ’em loose like they were knots
i’ve never been arrested, but sometimes
i feel like a prisoner in my own mind. i feel like a vegetable behind these cell walls
–a prisoner in my own mind. i feel like a vegetable behind these cell walls

einstein with these raps though
they can’t get “e”nough of me, i swear. i’m like your favorite “mc”, only “squared”
the best of the best, living or dead, real or fictional
the rest are the rest, singing them love songs, yeah i bet you’re real affectional
it’s more like an affliction though, because all you really love is money
this is the truth, it ain’t fictional. no joke, but it’s still kind of funny

how priveleged upper cl-ss citizens are so dependent
don’t even know what day-to-day is
i’m in, deep in it; i don’t even know what day today is
but i know it’s not a day of the weak
and i’m not greek, but i’m apollo
yeah, the god of sun, chosen like the son of god
and some day, you’ll all be speakin’
cause when it’s sun-day
you’ll all see that it won’t be a weak end.

- ghosttherapper lyrics

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