Helious (prod. The Programmer)

By The Apollos

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[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 space 

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 nobody 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 competition I could ever have would be a clone


[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'


[Verse 2: Apex]

You mother fuckers just invited Freddy Kruger

To a slumber party by the way I'm sleeper holdin sound, huh

And I guess the arsenal that I was bringing

Wasn't provin how insane my posses is when you clown, huh

And not to mention all the faggots 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 bitch

Now it's goin down, huh?

Mother fucker you do not want war

I came up in the game with a top notch boy

I been rappin and slappin these sissy faggots with madness

Until my package is passin the fuckin top 5 floors

You can not pass 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 shit

Lucrative loopin stupid shit

And logical reasons why theses rappers are fruity loopin, bitch

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


[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'


[x2]