Equational MC - Apocalypse Crimson

Apocalypse crimson, vicious in it with zero gimmick
It's frigid how I pimp it limber, I'm just too mint
My winter green fresh, skills the best, tests I'm passin'
And lesser cats is impressed, they get they cheddar snatched
They can't last, I got the doom sight, my inner vision
Tinted shades eating dinner nightly in my kitchen
I'll hit a hitter without thinking, never a doubt
You know I bring it, start a mean brawl, never drinkin'
I'm never blinkin', I stare harder at targets
Like a boxcutter slicin' into carpets, this is smarter shit
To master flow is something harder to do
Like when you pressed face down in the mud where the roots go
Duck undercover, shovin' others as they snap a shutter
Creamy as butter, I get as cool as the moonlight
Onto the noon light, I use a room mic
And once heard a dude cite it, tho, you gotta tune the room right too
A global warning, storm's upon ya, you're cornier
I transform, spit it tightly, yet it's ever nice
I'll tip the courier that steer it to me with the furry dice
Turn twice a stove pot, that's some curry rice
Lesser cats, wack haters, fact that, y'all need to step back
I flex lats, reps while I hex hacks
I rip a mic, lace tracks, that's the new hustle
So when it's all said and done, these bars is mad stacked
If I remember early joints, is this dad rap?
Catchin' flack just for rappin', now what the fuck happened?
Your little pitter patter chatter don't matter, but I can rap
Produce a jam phat with a hand clap
Apocalypse crimson, vicious in it with zero gimmick
It's frigid how I pimp limber, I'm too mint
My winter green fresh, skills the best, tests I pass
Lesser cats impressed and they get they cheddar snatched
The target is the heart, strings pulled like a violin
Plates full, lambs facin' silencin', they wool
Talkin' while I'm stalkin', slicin' a ham like a boot camp
So cute tramps, stay keepin' ya loot clamped
And don't mistrust, these lines of gold could never rust
I come with buttery stuff and it's utterly gutter
I advise you do it up cuz in the wind we just dust
I fluster upper-crust trust-funders hoarding bucks
But even if your hustle food stamps, I be the new champ
Stampedin' lands, I just bought me a new amp
Kinda rude, that's a dude's slant, for example
With my heel, I'll squash you down quick- you two ants
Sandman, I can, like a bumble bee tuna fish
Or canned spam dish, I also tune my instruments
I'll pop a chicken or blintzes into the oven
And I'm loving how you just discovered me, I'm so above em
Stone cold, vintage flow that go way back
You ain't as fresh as me so just stay back
From all these gadgets and devices while I run tasks like back-maskin
Fixin' tracks quick, it gets 'em, hacks askin'
How'd he do it? What's he sayin? Yo, I'm not playin'
Used to parlay from Carle Place down to places suckas stay in, in the city
But regardless of race, I'm witty
I lace beats great, you bracin' when you hear this gritty
It's no wonder, I got you numb with this cunning
I spit the thunder just once and it got the dumb ones running
It's no wonder, I got you numb with this cunning
I spit the thunder just once, it got the dumb ones running
Apocalypse crimson, vicious in it, zero gimmick
It's frigid how I pimp it limber, I'm just too mint
My winter green fresh skills the best, tests I pass
Lesser cats is impressed, they get cheddar snatched

Written by:
Dennis Donaghy

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