//Verse 1 Next Apollo//

Uh

How can y'all be so fake now

Up on the internet changin your face now

Either way that won't change your fate now

The realest comin thru to come and take your place now

Motherfucker you ain't flexing thats your ghostwriter

When I'm done with you I'll turn you both to ghostriders

I keep jotting so they see that I'm a goat writer

Since yall outta fire like an old lighter

Fake rapper always been a great actor

Fake rapper can't do shit but be a fake trapper

Fake rapper always wants to climb faster

So they went and made a hit to die after

Rapping like me blows ur mind like a martians

Bitch your like silver the more u last u tarnish

Tried to kick me down but i went to make the 'geddons

I be climbing so high I be almost up to heaven

Yall be wearing bape stuck up in the warehouse

I guess paying them bills gotta bitch wearing out

You dont wanna listen but wait hear me out

Dont pay for shit until you got twice the count

Fake rapper gonna flex all his chains

Then get em snatched up and not even complain

But that shit won't make a change

Cause the ice had left a stain

GOD DAMN he fuckin pain

I let dog out get em jay

//Verse 2 Jay Alexander//

Woof woof, but you know I ain't a bitch

I've had it rough, rough, never gonna get rich

Never gonna be a snitch, told your ass 69 times

I am a prince of rhyme, I will not pantomime

Not a jester in this court of rap, never giving a crap

Realest in the room, no cap, don't need a road map

Rap Anomaly to the core, through and through

They pick us instead of you, better know we bulletproof

DFR stock is through the roof of the dog pound, do you get it now?

I am coming to break faces and careers both

Reverse cursed mirror, like a Dorian Grey reflection, you're just a ghost

I leave you shook the fuck up like a dead baby

I'm coming to change the game up like Tom Brady

I am a patriot for my beliefs, a rap scene that means something

Think this is dope but you ain't seen nothing

Keep on the look, Apollo coming with the Glitch

And next is R-A by J-A-Y, nah, you ain't ready bitch

We got the infinite bag of tricks, 4-D magicians

Coming to beat you little punks back into submission

//Verse 3 Next Apollo//

Me and jay gon beat your fucking ass

Like we rolling at the race track

Now you tell me how you'll face that

Blowup so bright that that shit gon made ur face flash

Now you tell me how you'll paste that

None of y'all could beat me

None of y'all could be me

You been thinking two d

I been thinking three d

Lets go make a fucking movement

Sike a revolution

We gon take you from illusion

Take all that delusion

Fuck your resolution

Fuck your devil union

Feast at the communion