Lyrics:
Oppressors, oh, pressers, no cheddar go-getters
No low pressure even in studying the professor
No effort shown in the momentums growth
Should've known better then to show them what they'll know never
Ever so clever, Denver! Twist the knob and rotate it
Book it, your bones aging just waiting for occasion
You see your souls shaping, I'd put it in bold letters
But you've seen the cold weather, envisioned the gates gaping
Don't expect them to comprehend
They on different wavelengths still telling you common sense
With relish and confidence expressed with incompetence
And checkless, and prominent, reflected but not with cents
Start talking but profitless, start reppin' the oculus
Or suffer the consequence, remember the pompousness
I'm letting it all commence, expressing my thoughts and all
Remember I've dropped the ball, so ready or not at all, tell me

One more word and my head'll spin
Like my name was Emily, tell it to the Exorcist
Read the book of Genesis, answer what my question is
Will I move on or am I just gonna be dead again?
So tell me one more word and my head'll spin
Just what the possession did, more than give the neck a twist
Will I see the end of this? Will I see beyond the veil?
Questioning my Exodus, tell it to the Exorcist

(Verse 2)
Eyes of mine imitating optical illusions?
I decline, this just may be possible confusion
I can see through all them café walls
With the rabbits and the ducks, on a path they call
Call my name, the elderly soul, left to tell a fable
From the life I saw at different angles, still the Shepard's table
In progressivity, I've come to the conclusion
That time is relativity, the ultimate illusion
Feel Like Running just as real life toughens
To my Stairway to Heaven as a Pure Soul
Rep it 'till I Live In The Sky, let the rhythm apply
What do we do? Digging, I'll be Flippin' In time
I go travel dimensions, I lead a call
With my eyes closed, astral projection, I see it all
Find telepathic intention when I be flying
Wanna see the color through my eyes? Find the iris

One more word and my head'll spin
Like my name was Emily, tell it to the Exorcist
Read the book of Genesis, answer what my question is
Will I move on, am I just gonna be dead again?

The Hills Of Khione

The Exorcist

Ghetto Paintings

Song mixed and mastered by Kazz
MYSDT coming soon

Basic (Prod. By KOBY)

Purple Freestyle DEMO

my coon chip will not activate

Another attempt at story telling. Enjoy it

Lost

Over The Sea (Prod. Shano)

Prod. 23 Memory Lane

Mixed by NextApollo

City's Skin

Everybody’s two faced,
Those with a screw face, who abuse hate
I can see it clearer lately like its blu-ray
Those who use mates to recoup bank
Then they show their true state
I’ve been stuck in the middle of a chess game
Back when every single day was a rest day
Now I never rest, gotta get paid
Tryna make a fortune off my talent
But I’m slowly losing balance
Cause I’m always getting betrayed
Its funny how quick people switch up
A wrecking ball from the people when I build trust
Certain people that I love, I would’ve given blood
Certain bitches that I spoke to with their skin cut
Tried to help them with the pain, now I’ve been crushed
Didn’t care about a quick fuck, or my dick sucked
Trying to make sure you were fine, that you wouldn’t give up
But now I truly give up,
I tend to suffer a lot,
These days all the yutes are getting tougher to watch
Some kids who I met are now stuck in a grave
Because a blade to the neck is sort of common these days
Said this shit was like a chess game
Gotta check mates, before they checkmate
And stab you in the back for a cheque or some checks mate
Gotta get this shit off my chest like a breastplate 
These days, certain snakes can be your own friends
And your grave could locate at your own ends
Keep an eye on the people that you’re close to
Even the warmest looking souls can grow cold to
Shit always doesn’t pan out like its supposed to
When ya killer is a driller from your own crew
And you don’t realise till its too late
Stab wounds, blank eyes from a screw-face
x2

Bally on, gloves too,
You’re my brother, you won’t suffer cause I love you
But I gotta get this bag, so it’s fuck you
In the end, the power is what it comes too
Loose ends, cut loose
You would do the same to me so I don’t trust you
Gotta get it now, it’s what I must do
One shank in the neck and he’s confused
It seems like I’ve lost the plot
Out of my mind, off the planet like a cosmonaut 
A soul for a bank roll doesn’t cost a lot
Just for a little clout they will off ya top
Doesn’t matter if they love you or they hate you
For the bag, it’s a must do, they’ll betray you
Even if your from the same mother
Or you came from the gutter
Just to get the bread and butter
They will slay you,
Can’t relate,
Can’t support the hate cause its sort of fake
Mind is always blank and absorbed by hate
Just extort the bank and ignore the snakes
Keep a focus on ya dream, make it your obsession
Leave street shit in the past and in quick succession
That shit that was a dream becomes your profession
And the snakes in the back become more than jealous
Shiiiit, why getting mad?
It’s because I got more than they ever had
And because I came from less than they ever did
Keep an eye on the paigons, and make it big
This a story for the kids, I need you all to listen
Focus on ya dreams, never focus on the drilling
Make a meaning for ya self and a purpose for existing
Cause money, power, greed are statistics in a system…

Screwface Freestyle

Mixed and Mastered by: Next Apollo

Lyrics:
[Verse I: x-kolossalus]
You think I’ve been hiding and biding-
While I was descending to start rhyming.
And innovating martial arts fighting.
(Skill), Now I'm back writing.
I'm guilty of committing murder with words.
And committing murder of PVP with a wooden sword made of birch.
I incite that I have lyrical insight.
On top of you, you getting shovelled like dirt.
You perish painfully like the endangered leviathans.
Then you dissolving like when you turn to air like cryogen.
I fly, like Apollo.
You fall from a leaf like a ladybug bro.
Getting Hesitation to watch some horrormone (hormone/horror/moan)
Feeling animated when I was Caffeinated.
How did my career create? Know that rapping made it.
You just focus on me Narcissistic alien.
But bro, we all know, you're a dead disgrace and a failure.
Pretending to be mending while youre ending and you're on the peak of yourself and benching.
Everybody be rolling their eyes, hoping to die, of your boredom, their eyes wanna cry.
You are so red and unclean, in fury, but you need some sunscreen.
I be doing lyrical boxing, I win with a bunch of indicts, *cough x3* running.
Behaviour cannot be persisted so Acrobatics fight your shit.

[Verse II: MPS]
I thought I was gonna get a confident, opponent
but they gave me a rodent instead, they say you are what you eat you eat garbage my man!
You´re oscar the grouch! Ouch
now listen my dear queer peer, over here
gonna end your career, with the sheer strength of my spear
I got em near the rear, bars so severe they make em shed a tear
Bitch you´re sloppy, empty my cartridge on your body
im gonna commit maximum carnage when I enter on the lobby!
Im hoppin and moppin these bitches against the floor, im hard to the core
Wanna mess with me and my bro´s that shit I adore
Cuz I get to kill another bitch when im bored
Yall better watch out, im counting the bullets, im loading the clips
These dudes think they are make the grade
But you cant graduate in life if you´re always afraid
To try and to take risk´s, to slit your wrist´s when you don’t hit, but miss
You know life is a mess a lot of the times it gon be a pest, but that´s just part of the test,
When life comes at me im gonna kick it down and make it my pet
Wanna bet? Come hard at these bitches like winter, or like messages in the internet
this is what i got so far

[Verse III: Next Apollo]
Apollo been back on the grind now
For years no one could find out
We start up a war
I go get my horse
We do like the trojans to break thru ur door now
We come in horde now
All of my crew up in s t g getting me
When I say there is an enemy heading here
Now we be putting his head in three
Oh praise the lord
This is that cost that nobody else could afford
Fuck all u whores
U Fuck with Apollo you gonna end up in the morgue
If u fuck with a rascal i lay em flat
Me and the gang ye we named by that
My name aint Gary LeVox
But i can find a way that'll hurt u the most
Askings for blessings on these broken roads
dumb lil bitch thought it was over

The Comeback (ft. MPS, Next Apollo)

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