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the apollos - helious (prod. the programmer) lyrics

[hook 1: micah haggerty]
you ain’t never heard a young boy go hard
didn’t know i had the automatic weapon (uh-huh)
come close you gon’ end up in a ghost yard
real quick hope your homies get to steppin’ (okay)
your mama yellin’ out run boy run far
this the time that you all been dreadin’
[hook 2: apex]
i made a promise to my mama that imma be adding commas
man a dollar isn’t nothing when your verse wreckin’
[x4]

[verse 1: micah haggerty]
you ain’t never heard the young boy go hard
sonar
get to close i’ll you with that post card
cut you at the neck
like gillette
with a broke guard
hit you with the tech
like a tech
in the coast guard
everybody catching heat around me i’m a king
who you think you talking to i’m rhyming royalty
i’m a p-r-e-d-a-t-o-r
e-y-e b-a-double l-i-n-g
prey it’s in my genes
welcome to the tirade of your mind state
i’m straight
gunning like a chopper magazine that got primed late
jammed like a jar of jam up in that crawl sp-ce
bam, clack, bam onomatopoeia party
me and apex rendezvous to the lab
more like freddy and jason i’m chasing puppets with bats
that’s a marionette
i’m psychopathic at best
don’t compare me to n0body i’m honestly not impressed
handle my grammar with care a line of my managers share a random and tandem to scare a pair of unbearable
dare devils freshly dipped in radioactive material
lyrical, spiritual, miracle, really fear me tho
we got it get it rocking a ship like apollo
leave you in the dirt like a seed or a dog bone
drop you from the top like a bomb from the wrong drone
only compet-tion i could ever have would be a clone

[verse 2: apex]
you mother f-ckers just invited freddy kruger
to a slumber party by the way i’m sleeper holdin sound, huh
and i guess the -rs-nal that i was bringing
wasn’t provin how insane my posses is when you clown, huh
and not to mention all the f-ggots in my mentions
talking crazy like they famous
and they really repping town, huh
well if i see you on the street rambling
you’ll be gambling your life b-tch
now it’s goin down, huh?
mother f-cker you do not want war
i came up in the game with a top notch boy
i been rappin and slappin these sissy f-ggots with madness
until my package is p-ssin the f-ckin top 5 floors
you can not p-ss me lyrically, or sonically
musically i’m a bully and fully just honestly
you ain’t gotta like me, just honor me
well cause inside me more evil than osama be
blaring that barely human sh-t
lucrative loopin stupid sh-t
and logical reasons why theses rappers are fruity loopin, b-tch
and now i’m back with a master attacker, pastors are mad cause i’m bashin rappers
and said i need to be cool with it
wrote this in my sleep was unconscious but conquered accidents
bars are so uncommon to be armed without the blackest skin
it’s like a moral code thats encrypted critics’ll never get it
acidic in my rhythm when i spit it man i’m packing it

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