Apollo Apocalypse (prod. Rory Glassford) by Apollo Springs (@apollo.springs) published on 2019-03-22T04:09:54Z recorded mixed mastered at the stu (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 Genre Hip-hop & Rap Comment by Kicera Stapp Holy frick frack snick snack Rory, this is fucking sick 😍💜 2019-03-23T00:39:45Z Comment by Armani Dont ever stop slime 🤧 2019-03-22T17:18:19Z Comment by Jewfrojones Good shit 2019-03-22T05:03:11Z Comment by markymark&funkybunch Fuck it up son!!! 2019-03-22T04:22:34Z