Miko Suave - Welcome to Apollo 18

They would treat you better if they knew what you'll become
Got the moon in a headlock sitting on the sun
Footprints on the ocean got piranhas on the run
Public enemy number one when ya weapon is ya tongue
Pen is mighty as the sword (Pen is mighty as the sword)
Raising bodies out the morgue (Raising bodies out the morgue)
I embody every lord (You embody every lord)
Im ya pops who cut the cord (You the pops who the cord)
Have you been ignored (Nah i never been ignored)
And your genius get no award (You deserve every award)
Just scars you can't afford (Just scars when you can't afford)
Turn demon when you record (Turn demon when you record)

Im the ill in illusion,lone wolf in the field of seclusion
The game without me is like the Sun without Nuclear fusion
I really advise you not to play that guy,you wont even make it by
Can't see him,you know most stars are invisible to the naked eye
The entity in me,can't no enemy end me
The infinity MC with serenity indeed
Plus the remedy in me,and im spreading these ten seeds
Cuz im lending a men breed,shit that never have been seen
And my legacy just mean,im beheading you in the ring
Boy im severing your dream,you got jealousy of the scheme
Cuz my melody when i sing,hit heavily in ya spleen
Suave Allah gon' be the death of you not hennesy or the lean
Man it's better to join marines,than you come up stepping to me
Cuz Im heavenly with a steam,plus im shredding you with machines
Big baretta just with a beam,im way clever than all you fiends
Please don't underestimate my tendency's of a king

I am far from human being,something u never seen
Welcome to Apollo 18
I am far from human being,something u never seen
Welcome to Apollo 18

If you got a rich mind if you ain't poor
You'll find out what's in store
Grand opening cheers to more
Gotta see what you was born for

How can a fresh nigga wipe the slate clean
closet ran outta space cause my style on apollo 18
Addicted to taking trips out the country,gotta make cream
Finger my chick in china,hand all up in my bae jeans
Aint a hitchcock bird brain but forever flyer
The God of music Apollo but never hold onto a liar
These bitches should swallow fire and thaw out they cold soul
Shid I probably bussed on ya ex too like Kokamoe
Once i came out the womb all the doctors was like woah
Oh yeah Lois he got your nose,but there's something we cant control
He got a chip in his dome,and his shoulders already cold
Plus he seems a little alone,his umbilical made of stone
Already written his first song,with a pen and high pitched tone
Visionary without the drone,did i mention his mind has grown?
And his dick is already long
He already ruled the world,his car seat is a throne

Written by:
Sam Bullock

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