Apostles

We are going to break the cycle of cause and effect
And create a world with only victors
And only peace, with only love
A world that contains nothing but those things

Coldest motherfucker to touch this shit
Yeah you know we on!
Me and my boys we dropping nothin' but fuckin' bombs
Airstrikes, extendo clips and napalm
Waited on this shit locked in the vault all along
Slidin' in the cut with my brother Seth Bowman
Fuck with the conglomerate, now thats a bad omen
Oh my goodness don't forget to stay golden
Prod. by Cassius, my God, he let it loose
Pourin' up to my achivements, got the Grey Goose
Anime bitches back to my place they rendezvous
One of the twelve apostles, call me Bartholomew
Saint of my time, ridin' East Montague Avenue
Blowin' blunts no cops in view
Smell the gas when we passin' by
In my Polo bucket hat smokin' cherry pie
Top shelf dank my lungs expellin' ethanol
Hoppin' on the scene it's Ali with no press at all

If you can feel pain it means you are still alive
Ha, I leave the rest to you

Uh
I'll take it from here (yeah)
Me and Ali are a tag team
Sit out for round one then come in just to add sting
Apostles of this shit, don't you ever forget it bitch (never)
Mcdonald's couldn't pitch a better deal than hearing this (haha!)
Us two together's like a new era (new)
New territory undiscovered
Who is in a better niche? (bitch!)
Light up two together smoke it down to cinder
And inhale for five then let it out
Soon the high will hit
So I go cruising on (yep)
Don't care to bruise a con
As long as I got friends on my side
How could I not carry on? (how?)
Won't ever waste a bomb (nope!)
I'm saving up napalm
They all calm 'till I raid on
With the exit blocked so they can't flock, uh
Unlimited shots for yo hatin' ass when I blaze grass
And my eyes stay squinted, think fast
But I'll shoot and I'll hit what I aim at, uh (pew)
Even when I'm high
I'm tellin you i'm still that same cat (uh huh)
To bring you back to earth
By spitting timeless scripture in my raps

If you want to die it is your choice
But I shall take that high of yours before you do
Wake up
Nothing in this world goes the way it should



Credits
Writer(s): Keenan Layne Rogers, Oscar Baxter, Seth Alexander Bowman
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