Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Apollo's Last Stand, artist - The Alchemist. Date of issue: 10.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Apollo's Last Stand |
| Balboa fighting in the last round, tap glove |
| Sudden death, over time shit, no coming back cuz |
| Sniffing on the powdered dust, eyes wide, make sure |
| Your shoes tied, we’re running from the reaper in a homicide |
| Street’s Disciple, legendary Nas shit |
| Chopper down, move quick hop out the cockpit |
| Snakes on the plane, hold guns, they on some cop shit |
| Too late to make friends, son is obnoxious |
| Respect taken if niggas don’t wanna give it |
| I close my ears to stories if you ain’t live it |
| Half these niggas in the game cast reflections |
| Of Pinocchio, halfway thugs 'til we address 'em though |
| The weak shall perish when walking amongst the realness |
| I wrote this straight from the heart, so you should feel this |
| Lie detectors on Maury couldn’t reveal this |
| Who’s the father? |
| Many of us busted off |
| Hot dogs in her face, she wiped the mustard off |
| LES for a leather, the shit was butter soft |
| Dome in the stadium, quit because she love to boss |
| I’m an outdoor speech giver, the podium killer |
| Nobody realer but God and that’s my nigga |
| I walk with angels and toast with demons |
| Two sides to the Gemini mind for different reasons |
| I was born in the middle when nature was switching seasons |
| Bang, zoom to the moon, you chilling with Jackie Gleeson |