Apollo Kids Lyrics - Supreme Clientele - Ghostface Killah

[Ghostface] 

Uh-huh, uh-huh, motherfucker, uh-huh 

Yeah, I see that, I see that 

All y'all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh? 

Stealin my light, huh? Watch me, duke, watch me 

Yo, check these up top murderous 

Snowy in the bezzle as the cloud merges 

F.B.I. try and want word with this 

Kid who punked out bust a shot uip in the becon 

Catch me in the corner not speakin 

Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy long fox minks 

Chicken and brocolli, Wally's look stinky 

With his man straight from Raleigh Durham, he recognized Kojak 

I slapped him five, Masta Killa cracked his tiny form 

E'rybody break bread, huddle around 

Guzzle that, I'm about to throw a hand in your bag 

Since the face been revealed, game got real 

Radio been gassin niggaz, my imposters scream they ill 

I'm the inventor, '86 rhymin at the center 

Debut '93 LP told you to Enter 

Punk faggot niggaz stealin my light 

Crawl up in the bed with grandma, 

beneath the La-Z-Boy where ya hid ya knife 

Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails 

Hit the shells at Paul's Pastry Rack 

Walk with me like Darthy tried to judge these 

plush degrees, said the cow, wrap the fees 

Gettin waxed all through the drive-thru 

Take the stand, throw my hand all on the Bible 

and tell lies too, I'm the ultimate 

splash the Wolverine Razor Sharp ring, dolomite 

student in role holdin it 

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[Chorus: Ghostface] 

Aiyyo, this rappin's like Ziti, facin me real TV 

Crash at high-speeds, strawberry, kiwi 

As we approach, yo herb, the Gods bail 

These Staten Island ferryboat cats bail 

Fresh cellies, 50 thief up in the city 

We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real 

[Ghostface] 

A pair of bright phat yellow Air Max 

Hit the racks, stack 'em up Son, $20 off no tax 

Street merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurgin 

Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the bird 

Monday night Dallas verse Jets, dudes slid in with one hand 

Two culture-ciphers, one bag of wet 

Heavy rain fucked my kicks up 

Wasn't lookin, splashed in the puddle 

Bitch laughin, first thought was beat the bitch up 

Mossied off gracefully, New York's most wanted tee-ball hawk 

Seen the yellow brick road, lust of pastries 

Same Ghostface, holy in the mind 

Last scene: Manhatten Chase 

We drew the six-eight digit in the briefcase 

Rawness, title is Hell-bound 

Quick to reload around faces, surround look astound 

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[Raekwon] 

We split a fair one, poker nose money 

Gin rummy with glare, spot the lame, bit his ear 

Yo, you taste a tea-spoon, 300 goons, stash baloons 

Locked in lab rooms, hit with glock, stashed in Grant's Tomb 

Clocked him like a patient, his stock's full, hustle invasion 

Knowin now, we cocked a block off, the chain tri-color 

Freezin in valor, ice-sicle galore 

Gas station light gleamin on the wall 

Cop WiseGuy jams, James Bond vans 

Niggaz flipped Timbs, rock boats under water, watch clams 

pose at the stand-off, mad timid 

hopin that the gun fall, guess him like lottery balls, yo 

[Chorus]