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(Verse 1)
It’s the Apollo apocalypse 
Pop you with hollow tips 
Watch ya wobble, lock your hips 
Stop you like table-topping elephants 
Just for the hell of it 
You not even close to me, how you been measuring? 
Crown, castle, throne, I ain’t ever sharing it 
Fresher than peppermint, tailored intelligence like I’m fucking wearing it 
Bone-deep, shit I spit is resting in my skeleton 
You can see it, you can hear it, Helen Keller missing this 
Flip the mattress, work my magic, I got Penn and Teller wits 
Stopped and spread my wings, I’m lemon pepper with this 
I been tossed in the mix 
And I still landed right on top of the list 

(Hook)
Fixing what’s been broke, you’re bars ain’t been holding weight 
I been staying woke, the lab has been open late 
I been feeling a way, I got that juice 
Flowing through my fingertips and right on the page

(Bridge)
Apollo Springs
Cupid stupid shooting at my dreams
Bow and arrow through your bone and marrow 
Colorado pharaoh, the Captain Sparrow of these seas 
Thorough and made to show these fuckers what I see
I spot a whole lotta chances, and a whole lotta cream
Whole lotta grant wishes, and my whole fucking team 
I spot a whole lotta advancing and a whole lotta me 
I see that money on the branches and I’m barking up that tree 

(Verse 2)
I hate spoilers but I come out victorious 
Hip-Hop historian, big bars notorious 
Look down on these freshman, I’m valedictorian
The valiant warrior who said fuck the law
Heed the call and even the score 
Gown and gavel in the ground and gravel 
Bulls in the front, in the back is my cattle 
Ion see snakes, I always hear em’ rattle 
Ruff Ryder’s role models, you know X and Roosevelt 
0 fucks given or felt 
I got jokes for days, I can play what I’m dealt 
With an ace up my sleeve made of Coyote pelts
I came and shook some hands while on peyote’s shelf
Hopped in the ring and raised up my belt 
Hopped in my sleigh and went back to the tundra
Come back with thunder and ruptured the ratatatata
Writing til my pen heavy 
Wild World but the sun steady
Keep my dreams on a checklist (check heavy)
Sleep for the weak I’m always restless (bags heavy)
Loud so foul leave you breathless (lungs heavy)
Metaphors back and forth in the fuckin sentence 
I heard the beat and knew I had to beat it senseless
Holy sounds got me J-walking in Venice 
Apollo Armageddon 
Doomsday legend  
The day I slip up is December 32nd

Apollo Apocalypse (prod. Rory Glassford)

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Apollo Apocalypse (prod. Rory Glassford)

Apollo Springs (@apollo.springs)