Del-N'quent - Apollo Creed Lyrics

Battle horns sound, in comes the one man army
I'm way too divine, no knife or bullet could ever harm me
I got bars, you could scan me at the store
Price come up as 3000, in some time it'll be four
I keep it 20 times five, I think I'm the best alive
So sick with it, no one could step to my mind
Bite the bullet, feel like seven after he ate nine
I despise y'all, jumping y'all would be a hate crime
I'm on a larger scale like moving weight across state lines
Talk too much shit and get tangled up in grapevines
He tried to turn hard but never really could go fully
Since when is the class clown the neighborhood bully
I feel like I died, then busted out the casket top
Future bright like an eclipse, son don't take your glasses off
Oh shit, now some of y'all starting to get me pissed off
These folks blood talk while they try and crip walk
Pull the cover of the grip off, Houston we have liftoff
Getting paid to listen to your shit would be a ripoff, uh
I'm too clever, you might get your head severed
Will I fail? No never, not in any endeavor, uh
I'm psychotic, but this good chronic got me catatonic
I bomb atomic, make the ground shake like tectonics
I'm really on it to be really honest, I'm really flawless
Y'all take solace I'm soulless like Marcellus
I ain't got time for no apologies
We gone die fighting like Apollo Creed
I ain't got time for no apologies
We gone die fighting like Apollo Creed
Left hook, right jab
Razor blades, white slabs
Paychecks, all cash
Hear sirens, we dash
Left hook, right jab
Razor blades, white slabs
Paychecks, all cash
Hear sirens, we dash
It could've been bad, it could've been worse
It could've been my body in the back of the hearse
I wish for forgiveness Lord would you please grant it
If I don't get forgiven I'll surely be banished
It could've went bad it could've went worse
Or maybe it did and my whole team is cursed
If I'm placed in perdition, Lord I don't know how I'll manage
I just want to make amends before I finally vanish
The planet in the fist, meditate on ancient manuscripts
As the royals make their entrance, adorned with gold and amethyst
The soul reaper, 20,000 leagues deeper
The street sweeper, move fakers get sleepered
In late nights, go take the white and bag it
The young prophet's words inscribed on gold tablets
Skilled slinger, who could throw a rock through the wall
The cokehead consults the magic 8 ball
Questions unanswered, the streets are left cancered
Pop the skill enhancer, watch my pen becomes a dancer
Expert in black marketing turned death of a salesman
News displeased the boss who popped the mailman
Battle for the ages, Alien vs. Sedition
Blast far, Nascar, it's the first hearse edition
Concrete shoes, and now he naps in the Hudson
When my lyrics hit, they split you in your corpus callosum
I ain't got time for no apologies
We gone die fighting like Apollo Creed
I ain't got time for no apologies
We gone die fighting like Apollo Creed
Left hook, right jab
Razor blades, white slabs
Paychecks, all cash
Hear sirens, we dash
Left hook, right jab
Razor blades, white slabs
Paychecks, all cash
Hear sirens, we dash
I ain't got time for no apologies
We gone die fighting like Apollo Creed
We gone die fighting like Apollo Creed
Left hook, right jab
Razor blades, white slabs
Paychecks, all cash
Hear sirens, we dash
Hear sirens, we dash