Apollo Kids - Intellectual

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]

Uh-huh, uh-huh, motherfucker, uh-huh

Yeah, I see that, I see that

All y'all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh

Stealing my light, huh

Watch me, duke, watch me

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]

Yo, check these up top murderers, snowy in the bezel as the cloud merges

FBI try and want word with this

Kid who pulled out bust a shot up in the Beacon

Catch me in the corner not speaking

Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy long fox minks

Chicken and broccoli, Wally's look stink

He with his man straight from Raleigh Durham

He recognized Kojak, I slapped him 5, Masta Killa cracked his Heine for him

Everybody break bread, huddle around

Guzzle that, I'm about to throw hair on your back

Since the face been revealed, game got real

Radio been gassing niggas, my imposters scream they're ill

I'm the inventor, '86 rhyming at the center

Debut '93 LP told you to Enter

Punk faggot niggas stealing my light

Crawl up in the bed with grandma beneath the La-Z-Boy where you hid your knife

Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails

Hit the shelves at Paul's Pastry Rack

Walk with me like Dorothy, try to judge these

Plus Degrees, sessical Rasta fiends

Getting waxed all through the drive-thru

Take the stand, throw my hand all on the Bible and tell lies too

I'm the ultimate, splash the Wolverine Razor Sharp ring

Dolemite, student enroll holding it

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]

Ayo, this rap is like Ziti, facing me real TV

Crash at high speeds, strawberry kiwi

As we approach your hood, the gods bail (Bail!)

These Staten Island ferryboat cats bail (Bail!)

Fresh cellies, fifty deep up in the city

We banned for life, Apollo Kids live to spit the real (Real!)

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]

A pair of bright phat yellow Air Max

Hit the racks, snatch 'em up, son, $20 off no tax

Dream merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurging

Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the bird

Monday night Dallas vs Jets, dudes slid in with one hand

Two Culture Ciphers, one bag of wet

Heavy rain fucked my kicks up, wasn't looking, splashed in the puddle

Bitch laughing, first thought was beat the bitch up

Moseyed off gracefully, New York's most wanted cheeba hawk

Seen the Yellow Brick Road, I stole the pastries

Same Ghostface, holy in the mind

Last seen Manhattan Chase withdrew the 6-8 digit in the briefcase

Rawness, title is hellbound

Quick to reload around faces, surround look astound

[Interlude: Raekwon]

Yo, yo, yo

[Verse 3: Raekwon]

We split a fair one, Poconos money, gin rummy with glare

Spot the lame, bit his ear, yo

And taste a teaspoon, 300 goons, stash balloons

Locked in lab rooms, hit with the Glock, spazzed in Grant's Tomb

Clocked him like a patient, his stocks fall, hustle invasion

Knowing now, we copped the block off

The chain tri-color, freezing in velour, icicle galore

Gas station light gleaming on the wall

Cop WiseGuy jams, James Bond vans

Niggas flipped Timbs, rock boats underwater, watch clams

Pose for the standoff, mad timid