[Verse 1: Apollo E.]

Travesty, i distort tragedy proclaim me your majesty

I dream deep, no kicks or snares i escape reality

Mentally, my mentality too far advanced like a gameboy

This ain't a game boy, just another fucked up fallacy

My sound orginal recipe no herbs but all spices

Radio play no way, now watch me rhyme the same word twices

Ices, the nicest, clutching my microphone devices

No ices, still the nicest my mic smash your devices

Tongue twister, french kissing crushes called Kim

Synonyms i use em, choir tryna rap over my hymns

Opposite, im going out on a limb excersise minds like gym

Icey flows too deep like icebergs take a swim

Street gospels, poets, prophets and apostles

Radio singles, verbs and metaphors, rap novels

Dont take this cup away from me these spills are colossal

We dont cape up but still drop jaws and eyes marvel

I rock these chucks because my words give me flight

Im too dark for these knights, round table of the Illuminite

I spill all my rhymes in blood so i know they right

Stay real, no sleep and sometimes by candlelight

I wrote this with yo woman she ain't ladylike at night

Said my chocolate was sexual and then I DROP THE MIC