Shade Apollo, Lord Distortion - Necromancy 101

Ghosts of my woes keep on knocking at my door
Every time I fall, Uzumaki, I just spiral, woah
Know I always bounce back like a bad hatchet throw
With that mind blowing audio that might split your skull
I been making moves, might animorph into a fuckin GOAT
Felt like one for a while now
Aces up my sleeve that ain't been shown
It was all half-assed how I did this shit before
Ego death, I died, went ghost
Came back undead
Tired of wishing for success just to come up short
Knew the cycle had to end so I sold my soul
Now my heart is black and my blood runs hella cold
Too many copycats so I had to break the mold
These rappers ain't on my level, ain't even fuckin close
Every time they see my name, they read it with a scold
These fools take coal and paint over it in gold
Then try to pass it off as the latter
Thinking fake-ass numbers matter
You are not a fuckin rapper
Bunch of slackers, couldn't hold a candle to me
Your whole discography overshadowed by a mere sample of me
Can't do what I do on beat
How come you talk slick then retreat
Backpedal then act sweet the moment that I greet ya
Scythe on me, looking like the fuckin Reaper
Jeepers creepers, it's the soul eater
People bleeder, light deleter, I be the mothafucking life depleter
I'm the leader of the undead, tryna paint the world red
With the bloodshed, got 'em all vexed with the hexes
Rose up from Hell just to send you to Heaven
Shade Apollo bitch, the product of death resurrected

Ammo got 'em leaking, finna resurrect death
Oxymoron with the weapon how we demonstrate lead
Caught up in an endless cycle how you hesitated
I been looking for a purpose that is better rated
You ain't never done nun
Outrage but you fuss up
Twelve-gauge for you bustas
Fuck face shut the fuck up
Fuck face shut the fuck up
Listen bitch, gotta gridlock
Noddin off the bridge, he looking pissed off
Gripe is never finished
He livid the way he kick rocks
Now he getting cynics delivering how the kick rock
Leave him fucking slumping, he fuckin up till he liftoff
Lifting off this plane, he dipping out of this eternity
Fucking epidemic, they handle my shit with urgency
Leave him as intended, he sended off to emergency
His body getting dented, he shredded up in the first degree
Bitch war
Homie pulling up, he got the pitchfork
Swinging on the innocence, we strapping up with glicks whore
Ten toes down inna pound
With the stick tort
Put 'em as a body
The shotty 'bouta kick more
He 'bouta get a smoke job
Come on down and face Lord
Bunch of fucking showoffs
Hit 'em like a great sword
Addict like the way I'm fucking working on a holiday
Hustle like a hooker and I'm taking this shit all the way, bitch

Written by:
Brett E, Shade Apollo

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