Intro:

Verse 1: Young Apollo

And I'm gone

Just like my flow

Huh

Words from the voice box

Make the mike smoke

Dancing on the moon

I'm on my night scope

Long bitter nights

Talking shitty

I need a shot of scope

Lighters on the dresser

I got lighters on the dresser

Right next to a bible and some cheddar

I got 5 on it

Master Jay

Put a lighter on it

Rocket without a green

No seeds

Bitch I'm going in

On a Philly

Toking like my name is Willie

High times

Make a nigga act a little silly

Drunk times

Make a nigga act a little trippy

I'm lying

I just act a little missing

But I'm closer to a higher power

I left depression

All in the shower

I stepped out fresher

Than Jesus out his momma

Blessed

Gold medallions

My versions of my ancestors crest

On the sweet tongue of liars

I hear 'em whisper ya shit

I never sleep

Because sleep is the cousin of death

Taking rips out the mask

To feel closer to myself

Step back

I can't get enough of myself

Speaking to the heavens

Feel like I'm wasting my breath

Scared of 27

They said I'll see my death

At this time in my life

Time is all I got left

Give it my all

Until I see my last breath

(Gasp)

*FlatLine)

Verse 2: Young Apollo

I feel a Woo coming on cuzz

I feel a Woo coming on

I feel a Woo coming on cuzz

WOO

There it was

Ugh

I feel a Woo coming on cuzz

I feel a Woo coming on cuzz

WOO

There it was

Picture my mind state

Universal living

Spiritually gifted

Seeing stars up in my visions

Seeing red tape

In the systems

Seeing masks that should be hidden

While seeing love that should be giving

Im seeing this through my rebel glasses

Well thats Malcolm being Malcolm

If you had to ask him

And please don't ask him how black he is

Cuzz his skin ain't darker than the average

But if my ego is My downfall

Then the parachute is made up out myself esteem

Blowing O's that remind me of an olympic team

As a hit of this

I release the stress that

They put on me

But I always been atlas

With a blow like Evander

I seem to put them on they asses

With a blow like this

Jay would start back trapping

But I was never on that trap shit

But all I wanted

Was more power to touch the masses

Or enough

To make a penthouse

My jail cell

But who am I

It seems that only time will tell

Who am I

I guess I lived plenty lives

And who am I

I guess I died plenty times

But please god

I ain't mean to fuck up this time

And please god

If you give another try

I swear I'll make it up

With my rhymes