Lyrical Elixirs

by Apollo Piero

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released 01 August 2015

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Apollo Piero Durham, North Carolina

Apollo is a student of hip-hop driven by creating honest, introspective and socially conscious lyrics that explore the multiple dimensions of his life experiences.

A Tar-heel born and bred, Apollo is much more than a Hip Hop artist. He mentors inner city youth, teaches HS math, coaches Varsity Bball, and serves his church as a youth pastor. He has dreams to build a revolutionary school.
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Track Name: 88 Bars (Apollo's Back)
Verse 1 - Apollo
Fresh off an L steak
Been 4 years since Apollo dropped an LP
I forgot they felt me, life gave me hell
But I’m coming at your feet like Nightmare on Elm Street
On these beats, I am Freddy with machetes
I am ready for whatever God’s got right ahead of me
Mentally I’m healthy, spiritually I’m wealthy
Can you feel the hunger from the rumblings in my belly?
Meet me at the Delphi, please bring Daphne
I want to see her watch somebody try to out rap me
Try to out rap me, try to out rap me
I want to see her watch somebody try to out rap me

Verse 2 - Apollo
I got a spirit of da Vinci in the 21st century
Since we, are killing curiosity, essentially
I would have eventually been in the penitentiary
If I didn’t have my family who always did their best for me
Especially, all those times
Isolation in my mind, intervention was divine
Had me feeling so inclined to feel invincible
Deep rooted in my principals, potentially

Verse 3 – Apollo
‘Cause see my principals had me in detention
Cause they ain’t never seen that type of intuition mentally
So I’m getting intimate with Emily and Emory
Trying to compensate for no connection intellectually
Do you remember me?
I used to be that wack lil dude in the studio, now everybody mention me
Do you follow that?
All I hear round the city is “Apollo’s back”
Do you follow that?
Now all I hear round the city is “Apollo’s back”
With a Spirit of da Vinci
So many dimensions, ain’t nobody out there with me


Verse 4 – Apollo
I got a lot to learn, but I got a lot to spit
I’m nocturnal, venomous like a moccasin
Viper, with my vision I could snipe ya
Write a verse that could make you lose your mind, I’ll have it skype ya
I might just, be the illest dude you ever heard on the mic cause
I’m bout to rip every cypher
With some sh!t that’ll light ya life up that’s right I’m feelin’ it
Shout out to the old school, this wack rap, I’m killin’ it

Verse 5 - Apollo
I’ll shoot phonetics through ya jeep
I’m a chemist, mixing up elixirs in the street
Chillin’ out in Cali, boardwalk, Venice Beach
Ya’ll are Mr. Wilson, I'm a menace to the beat
See my pen is like a dentist to your teeth
Rearrange your whole grin, it turn sour like sweet
I would be a tenant of tent on the street
'Fore I ever lack premise in the sentence that I speak
So be attentive for a minute could you please
See my flow is like the feet of Emmitt Smith on a sweep
Or Pete Sampras in his peak playing tennis
See I’m in it going deep Drew Bennett back in Tennessee

Verse 6 – Apollo
I’m done with that rhyme
I wear my watch behind my back cause I’m ahead of my time
I’m very like Vinaterri when I kick a flow
Know that I could flow forever, if you’re not my level
Then, I’m sorry minus G-Y, plus L
Right behind the O, there’s no G, oh well
You need a synonym to put in place of sorry
To make Apollo go and play ‘em like Atari
They need rewind and explain when they hear my track
Go tell Apple, they could make an app for that
Who want to bet I’ll make an impact that’ll last
If you out in Vegas playing roulette put a stack on that
I’m coming back smarter
Coming back stronger, coming back harder
Now I know God was working in my heart
In my darkest moments, got a spark man I’m focused
I’m penning sh!t so eloquent
Developing some gems and a magnum opus
They used to say, “You ain’t relevant you see”
Now I’m all up in the middle like L-M-N-O-P
Like what the hell you see, you ain’t messin’ with me
Hell if I ain’t in my element, why they so delicate?
Lyrical delegate, focusing on selling sh!t
Is like spittin’ game to a chick that’s celibate
Even if she’s hella hot
But maybe I could sell a bit
And I’ll respect when you tell me stop
But I’ma try for the hell of it
Never to a detriment, just to be relevant
I know, I know, I’m so strange dude Bellatrix
Big like an elephant, flow so elegant
Soul’s so infused in my words like Ella Fitz
Gerald, they heralding my lyrical apparel
I’m higher than Marilyn, heroine and Errol Flynn
Add Piero to the name
Spirit of da Vinci, genius in my veins
I’m back
Track Name: I Can Make It
Verse 1 (Apollo)
Been stripped down and naked, friend-ships down they flakin'
They keep trying to break it but my spirit they can't take it
So, no sleeping in, I'm peeking in, I'm seeing them
Doing all this cool stuff, all these tours - How am I? Ever gonna be them?
No I mean where they are, no I mean like a star
No I mean going far, but I feel subpar, doubt creeping in
How am I ever gonna do that, how am I ever gonna do that?
Apollo, you're just not ever gonna be good enough would you please stop doing that
My confidence is foolish, my own thoughts are Judas
My own brain can bring me down, don't ever allow intruders
So even though I'm new-ish, and they skeptical of new-ish
I don't know what I'm doing but somehow I feel I can do it

Hook
I'm just feelin' I can make it, (feelin' I can make it)
I'm just feelin' I can make it, (feelin' I can make it)
I'm just feelin' I can make it, (feelin' I can make it)
I'm just feel in, I'm just feel in', I'm just feel in' I can make it
I'm just ah ah ah, (feelin' I can make it)
I'm just ah ah ah, (feelin' I can make it)
I'm just ah ah ah, (feelin' I can make it)
I'm just feel in, I'm just feel in', I'm just feel in' I can make it

Verse 2 (Apollo)
Two pennies in my pocket, every verse I got they mock it
Picked last on the blacktop, that white boy need to stop it
Til I came through and rocked it, looking back they nowhere now
One of the few who got out, so tell your dude, I got it
I'm just riding around my city, my neighborhood’s been looking bad
I ain't trying to be another would'a could'a should'a had
I grew up in a culture of cocaine addictions
Everybody had vision, but nobody ever really did it
I'm just wondering what I was given, and what the hell were they missing
You can look in my eyes dogg, all you see is persistence
All I see is low moments, but I never run from it, I own it
I don't know where I'm going, but I do know that I'm growing

Hook

Verse 3 (Apollo)
I’m stepping out in faith, that water'll hold my weight
This world told me I'm nothing, but I believe that I'm great
I believe in my self, I believe I can fly
My office covered in sticky notes, all they say is - just try
Try, try, try, try
And don't you ever give it up
Just dig a little deeper, don't you ever give it up
Every obstacle I face, another opportunity
And I've been at it so long I damn near got immunity
So I'ma fight tooth and nail, for my plight, this dude prevails
Even if I can't see it, I got to feel it like I'm using braille
Tell me where I'm going, I promise I'll exceed it
I don't know who I’m leading but somehow I believe it

Hook
Track Name: The Best Musician ft. WhizDumb
Intro – Justin Shaw
One mans trash, another man’s treasure
One feels pain, another feels pleasure
If it glitters, it ain't always gold
So if it's rusty, it ain't always old

Hook – Justin Shaw (Whizdumb)
And the best musicians I ever heard
(Was a no name soul violinist out in Venice)
And the best musicians I ever heard
(Was when I heard bum play New York city subway)
And the best musicians I ever heard
(Was a dirty homeless saxophonist)
And the best musicians I ever heard
(Was a voice from above in a metro-hub)

Verse 1 - Apollo
I'm underground, smelling grime
Wendy's cup, begging for a dime
Tattered clothes, he just sat alone, never mattered, never known
Yo, leave that cat alone, leave that cat alone
In our culture of plastic drones
Had me scattered in the zone hearing heaven from his saxophone
We don't stop to smell the roses
Coming from the concrete, obsolete flow is
The most e-volved, but I don't even pause
I just train my craft summer winter spring fall
So I don't really care if I'm famous at all
Sonny Liston when I'm spittin’, lyrically I got paws
I am Floyd Mayweather, in nice may weather
Whether they may ever, get it, I'll never
Ever, ever, sever my cleverness
I can spit better than they may ever
Muhammed Ali with my letters
In a California bay, floating flyer than a feather
On the geese out in Asia, over Himalayas
7th round pick, hall of fame player
A diamond in a rough, my timing has been tough
But I'll be damned if I'm ever giving up
Uh, I guess I'm rolling with the punches
Bob and weave when I breathe, I believe in my clutches
This for the needle in the haystack
Keep doing your thing, don't ever fade back
This for the needle in the haystack
Keep doing your thing, don't ever fade back

Hook – Justin Shaw (Apollo)

Verse 2 - WhizDumb
When time turned into a handgun and held life for ransom
Chance became a phantom and eventually vanished
Enchanted bystanders examine a man's talent
Which handles a saxophone like a cannon that keeps blastin’
Roaming the streets with no hopes or dreams
Notes float soulfully across the coastal breeze
I owe ‘em a quick visit it's been forever ago
I met the dopest musician that'll never be known
Playing music like his soul was at the end of its road
I heard a message that day and it's meant to be told
The time is now or never but its never too late
Do whatever you can to get ahead of the race
Keep ya head in a place that is healthy and pure
And if you're ever unsure let your heart be the cure
Bullshit's for the birds y'all can have the manure
Two hints: do you and then go on tour
I wanna test the limits and see what might exist
I feel fresh when I'm in the mix spittin’ like this
Givin’ existence a chance to live on a different tip
Legitimate shit that’s all that it is
It's for the needle in the haystack
Keep doing your thing don't ever fade back
It's for the needle in the haystack
Keep doing your thing don't ever fade back

Hook - Justin Shaw (Apollo & Whizdumb)
Track Name: Sippin' ft. Mary Julia Hinson
Intro – Apollo (Mary Julia Hinson)
We sippin' fine wine tonight baby
(Feels good, feels good, feels good)
Ladies and gentleman I’d like to thank you for coming out tonight
(Feels good, feels good, feels good)
Turning off your ears, your mind and your heart
(Feels good, feels good, feels good)
Lets get into it

Verse 1 - Apollo
You'll be happy when you get, fill in the blank
You're more fun when you drink, take another drink
Sip on this elixir or this liquor try to loosen up
Let me introduce ya, my name is Lucifer
And I got you in my palm
Do you even hear what I'm putting in these songs
Or what I'm putting in these liquids
Mixing up lies in this life, my elixir
Uh, go and sip it up
Chase fame, maybe you can have a million bucks
Chase suc-cess, and a bunch of stuff
You think you'll feel enough, you’ll never feel enough

Hook x2 Apollo (Mary Julia Hinson)
(Feels good) To the music
And aw baby just dance to the music
(Feels good) To the music
And aw baby (just dance)

Verse 2 - Apollo
How's the champagne taste, I mixed it full of hate
Great, I'll invent this thing called race
Oppression, killing, yelling over differences in melanin
Imaginary borders disconnect the human skeleton
99% the same
But I need derision
Fixate that 1 in their brain
And manufacture division
Precision, mixing greed in the recipe
Up next, manifest destiny
Invade, slaughter, take they daughters
Barter human beings, imposing Europeans
Leave ‘em all with zero
Columbus was a murderer; I'll make him a hero
This is how you were made
Land of the free, built by the slaves

Hook x2

Verse 3 - Apollo
A lot of problems in this world, together you could fix them
But try a quick-fix, shortcut, or elixir
Or try to fight back, collab and think highly
Nah, just watch O’Reilly talking bout Miley
Cyrus, I'll make your iris blinded
Completely unaware of the virus that I hid
Deep in your society
Swallow these pills to cope with your anxiety
You need it; life's better when you're weeded
Just throw back a prozac, a xanie give control back
The best lie I ever told
Is that you have no control
The place where you're born is the place you'll reside in
Forget about living, you're resigned to surviving
Sweet taste of sin
So go and sip it all in like

Hook x 2

Verse 4 – Apollo
If success ain’t immediate, its time to be deviant
Profit over principle, hard work is tedious
But you need be obedient
To fear mongering, manipulating by the media
I'll take away your teachers, make ‘em babysitters
They don't need class, kids got twitter
I'm fearful of the wise, so remember and reprise
Getting old sucks, 18 was your prime
Fill spiritual voids with the physical world
To be a man you need a hot girl
Your self worth is in your belt girth
So go and get a couple notches
If it feels good it is good
And just blame others for your problems
My advice, get a vice for that void in your life
Seek a high that you'll never reach twice
In fact, it'll only make it deeper
Now you can't sleep, demons all in your demeanor
Satanic promises
You'll keep sippin' cause it’s bottomless

Outro - Apollo
My plan sounds foolish don't it
But I'll make learning uncool, they won't even know it
Track Name: Substance Abuse
Intro
We are gathered here today because
Some of us have a substance abuse problem
And I want to open up the discussion
For every one to share their problem
And were gonna overcome this problem together
But we’re not talking about drugs…

Verse 1 (Apollo)
Now let me, let me get one hit, I just need one hit
Puff, puff, pass, nah, I don’t wanna pass it
I just want to wrap it up real nice,
You know, roll it right, I rap real tight
Now hand me the mic and I’ma leave it smokin’
Think I’m talking ‘bout that, what is you smokin’
I came through dope and made everybody lifted
So high off something fatter than a lipid
Don’t you know my lip is venomous with tentacles
That tend to get up into you until you need clinical
Help but don’t get cynical, listen to this joint
(Inhales) This sh!t is on point
But then they came through pointing, like you, you need anointment
You are, under arrest, you disappointment
Before your trial, NA make an appointment
And turn on the radio, that’s your ointment
“Hi, my name’s Apollo.” “Hi Apollo”
I’m an addict and a fiend and I will not follow
No substance free policy till I die
Cause rap music’s keeping racism alive, we need substance

Hook
Now let it bump in your sub, that substance abuse
Now let it bump in your sub, that substance abuse
Now let it bump in your sub, that substance abuse
Now take a puff, now take a puff, now take a puff, now take a puff

Verse 2 (Apollo)
Look, I don’t need ganja for double entendres
I need an entour-age and a sponsor
But my sponsor says I need to quit
Cause it’s eating at my body, got my mind doing flips
(But I will never quit)
I spit words like tobacco, matter fact
These verbs are herbs, they don’t hurt me give me that
And that’s the mindset of a user, I’ma lose it
All this pain up in the world, I just need to smoke music
I need it, I need it, I don’t care if it hurts me
I don’t care if ultimately it earths me
And I don’t never ever see fame like a legend see
Cause I’m looking past that like a leopard see
They can’t F with me, or take the breath from me
Cause my flow’s so sick like leprosy
Lemme kick a flow, I won’t kick the habit
Cause there’s too much violence in the rappin’

Hook

Outro
So at the next meeting
We’re gonna bring in a hit rapper
And he’s going to talk to you about how to be
Substance Free
Cause that’s what we’re trying to do right?
Track Name: Big City Lights ft. D-LIV(E) & The Big Chill
Hook x 4
These big city lights, they shine bright
Got me wondering, what I’m bout to get into tonight

Verse 1 - The Big Chill
All white, black trim like a pair of dice
It’s about 65 degrees Fahrenheit
We always drink more brown when it gets colder
What we doing man? You wouldn’t believe me if I told ya
We like the new American Pie, ni**as at band camp
By the end of the night I might be painting a tramp stamp
Yeah, I Know, I know, the whip is so hydro
Cougars smell kush, bitches nose is so rhino
I treat my capital like Cairo, respect
Gold tombstones built like Pyramids, next
To the Nile so I’m flowing like a river in this b****
Hometown hero, call me Phillip Rivers in this b****
I needed something I could really feel, thanks Q
When life gave me lemons, my whole family made due
I went downtown and showed the locals I could f***ing rhyme
The response was sweet so I turned it into country time

Hook x4

Verse 2 -D-LIV(E)
Live, coming through, man you know what we doing
I’m fresh to death, shorty shotgun, but no Cam Newton
I’m stupid leaning, still dreaming, see the skyline gleaming
Player haters on the sideline scheming, I’m such a genius
I mean, I’m too bright for these city lights, get it right
Looking for a lady that I really like, I really might
Be a freak and beast, when they’re rhyming its mundane
I’m on West Main, Glenwood, red line or the one train
Dang, you’re in a stupor, I’m unusual, a lady who’s
As cute as you should ditch those squares, baby cubicle
Beautiful, admire how your booty move,
I’m probably gonna nail her like cuticle, but I’ll humor you
We laugh out loud, baby hash out clouds
In the light of the moon, like your ass out, would you pass out now
Doubt you’ll find another rhymer like Live tho, let’s ride yo
Yo Apollo, I’m too drunk for the ride home, you drive

Hook x4

Verse 3 - Apollo
Ayo my man hit me up like, what you getting into?
Hit up ya friends, we just need the fundamentals
A lot of fly chicks and what you sippin’ on?
Good music like something that I’m spittin’ on
Get rid of all the drama, let’s rock it, from 10 till
Whenever we meant to, baby can you follow me
Into a world where we don’t feel like the economy
Depressed, I guess you tired of the monotony
I am too, even the best places feel the same
All the same followers, facades, lames
I don’t even know your name
My mind is full of knowledge but my pockets got 2 dollars
So I’m thinking we could skip the club, and play monopoly
‘Cept everytime that you land on my property
You got to give me your clothes, I’m playing
I’d rather have your thoughts, I’m just saying…

Hook x4
Track Name: Life of the Party
Hook x2 (Phillip Brown)
I know you like it fast, but can we take it slow?
Let’s enjoy the moment, please don’t tell me no
The way you feel I don’t care about nobody

Verse 1 – Apollo
You prolly with ya girls, I’m prolly with my dudes
Though I don’t really show it, you got me into you
But all I know is pick up games then we pick up chicks
But I pick every word that I text like I’m playing pick up sticks
I’m careful, cautious, trying to keep the magic
Can you touch it? Grab it? Can you feel the day is gorgeous?
I’m chilling on my porch, playing cards in the shade
And I got spades like I’m digging gardens at a fortress
Talking joker, joker, them deuces, big bottles of gooses
And I don’t even drink, but I’m feeling like I might lose it
Good music’s being played, what you got? We going at it
Lets hit the town and paint a portrait, I wanna live cinematic
I’ve been imagining you, prolly seem withdrawn
All we doing is arguing - Kobe or Lebron?
Or Jay-Z or Nas? And you know how I feel
Girl can you come over and let's make this night real

Hook x2

Verse 2 - Apollo
Just bring your body, our life is a party
You make nothing and nobody Hawaii or Kiribati
No Armani, Bugatti's, no dress, no tux
But, everywhere we go, every room, we light it up
See this world is but a stage, this moment is our club
So let's dance, lets rage, come on babe let’s fall in love
In the midst of all of this beauty in this garden at a picnic
You stand out like your MJ baby I could be your Pippen
Or I could be your Phil, I just feel that you're different
Feelin' Chi, but I'm thinking rings
No Bull, lemme stop these Pistons
I'm just... Let me slow down, savor it
Of all the nights you've been in this club, this one is gon be your favorite
Cause your limbs are like Glow sticks, your eyes, fireworks
Play the lyre on my heartstrings, but get your hands higher first
Feel the lights, feel the rush, all these people and it's only us
It feels like, real life, with out all that fake stuff

Hook x4
Track Name: Success is Schizophrenic ft. D-LIV(E)
Intro (D-LIV(E))
Somewhere in a straight jacket
Success is spazin’ in a padded room, mad
Doomed to a fate that meets us at our pinnacle
It’s criminal how we robbed her of her sanity
Stand in the mirror and declare ourselves

Hook (Apollo + [D-LIV(E)]) x2
And what they want Live? [They want the truth kid]
[And what they want Drew?], That good music
And I’ma give it to ’em, [I just hope they get it]
[I’ll show you both sides] Success is schizophrenic

Verse 1 (Apollo)
Check out my swagger man
No flashy things, but I’ma snag her hand
With my intelligence, watch her stagger
Tell me how is a pacifist the only one spittin’ daggers?
I guess success has many faces, Harvey Dent
Like a hippie finding peace in his gnarly tent
A starving artist scraping up to pay rent
Or a high dollar white collar chillin’ in his pent
I remember when they told me back in high school
You gotta choose, be smart or be cool
But I had Pac and Einstein as my trapper keeper decals
How you rock a crowd then wake up and teach Pre-Cal
I’m spittin’ rhymes in a suit and tie
My fitted backwards, through words I’m trying to unify
The audience, diversity I’m in awe of it
I guess I never listened to that dude, I chose all of it

Hook

Verse 2 (D-LIV(E))
Success, she has many faces plenty want to chase it
Make a name for yourself and erase it or replace it
Entertainers, basic rappers and imitators got plenty haters
I’m so raw I refrigerate ’em, eliminate ’em
Take ’em to a level that they’ve never been musically
It’s crazy how consciousness equals lunacy
Charm will get you jewelry; Don is all I knew to be
The truest me, try to live life like Laguna Beach
You see, its kind of hard to be successful
You try to get ahead but the world won’t let you
It’s stressful and yes boo I was on that college grind
Bottom line, I always equated success with a dollar sign
But now that I’m out here, I’ll infiltrate the system
Redefine what success means in addition, make a difference
Just math metaphor pimpin’, you should listen
My fifteen minutes are prolific, don’t miss it

Hook

Skit (Nurse and Doctor)
Doctor: What seems to be the problem?
Nurse: She doesn’t seem to know who she is
Doctor: Where has she been living?
Nurse: I mean Everywhere really, she’s nomadic
Doctor: Has she been with a lot of different people?
Nurse: Yeah
Doctor: And What about the personality test?
Nurse: She filled in every single bubble

Verse 3 (Apollo)
They told me you can’t be a rapper, you ain’t strapped at the abdomen
They must have holes in their head like a packer fan
Cause if they’re saying that I have to deal drugs,
I’m putting knowledge in baggy man, I push rocks, avalanche
And I’m as cool as the Rockies are
Listenin’ to Rock N Roll with Rocky Marciano on
I never touched coke, that’s for real
But I had lines of white girl out in Chapel Hill
We all partying, don’t get it twisted
But I get lifted off this life that I’m living
Round drugs all of my life, never took one hit
Alcoholic heritage, I never took one sip
But I was in Miami last weekend
Seeing pretty Puerto Ricans at a party on the beach and
Taco stand grubbin’, Club Liv poppin’
Tell them superficial chicks trying to get up in my wallet
You don’t need to flaunt for body for respect
Check, strip away what they expect and show me naked intellect
How did it become cool to treat women like possessions?
Where we flaunt them, then we f ’em,
Then mistreat ’em, then we left ’em, like nah
Track Name: Verse-atility
Hook
Out here grinding everyday
Got some things that I need to say
Success, man I want it all
Switch flows like I’m running from the law

Verse 1
Man I gotta take it easy
I promise I’ma pay them fees see
I’m just waiting on Pookie to squeeze me
But My PO, he don’t believe me
So I gotta keep it silent
Minding my business – till I heard sirens
Then I ran like I was on fire or a liar
And my feet are the lies and my tongue is the supplier
I wish I wasn’t high cause my memory is faded
I’m scuffing my Jays on the pavement, hey man
Can I duck in, I just need a spot to stay
Come on, Drop the window shades
And I think I got away….
Lets just chill
Throw a movie on, and keep it real
Yo brother, what’s poppin’?
And then, Boom, Boom, Knocking
Quick throw the weed out my pocket, rocket out the back window
With my brim low, don’t give up no info
I’ma change the plates on my pinto that I rent yo
And I’ma flow like the wind blow

Hook
Out here grinding everyday
Got some things that I need to say
Lot on my mind, got to let it go
I Switch flows (switch flows) like clothes

Verse 2
In any fashion I’m on my rapping
I spit a verse and the girls come asking
Can they shop at the crib?
Where the closet spin and the drawers need captions
So grab ‘em, take ‘em to the whip
Try ‘em on, take ‘em off, tell me which one fit
If nothing do, no trouble don’t seem stressed
You know I spit seem less I’m seamstress
So with the flow I’m fresh
In this fitting room booth where music get dressed
I just outfit my outlet
I spit that outlet mall that ain’t out yet
Flow vicious, my embroidery is ornery
Fed Ex with delivery, order me
Ha, and I don’t mean to be frank
But I got artillery like Hillary Banks, I got flows

Hook
Out here grinding everyday
Got some things that I need to say
Just go, I don’t need a reason
I Change flows like the seasons

Verse 3
Fallback, from all that
Costume wearing, you're fake, it's apparent
Giving thanks for colorful demons at my door
And that they fall and leave you like the leaves do
Cold, cold, the flow so cold
They want me to freeze, but they're never getting close
Close, make your heart beat slow
Chills down your spine, your veins need flow
So it's flow I'm bringing,
Lil white wine, sundress flingin'
Never moved weight, the birds just singing
Awesome, awesome this kid has really blossomed
Uh, But you know I spit fire still
Hotter than a Mayan in Brazil, with a iron drill
Digging down deep, perspire like I'm ill
I am dying to inspire real life, I am trying still
Ill, Check out the metaphors I build
I could rip apart a lion, I will kill orion
Got scorpion venom in my blood no denying skill
I got more lines than a fire drill
Track Name: Down by the River
Intro – Mary Julia Hinson
As I go down by the river to pray
Studying about that good old way
And who should wear the robe and crown
Good lord, show me the way

Verse 1 – Apollo
Penning these prescriptions, fitting every description
I'm trying to cure addictions with a dose of Lyrical Elixirs
I'm conflicted, inscripted on my brain is cryptic
Hieroglyphic type thoughts, man I'm just a lil different
I'm a misfit with a misprint on the verge of conniption fits
I did this, did this, why the f*** can't I spit this
It’s just not good, not good enough, won't nobody get this
Architected my place in this pad, but now I feel evicted
I'm afflicted, infected, with predicted perfection
I expect it, depict it, so every lyric I write I dissect it
I correct it, deject it, dissect it, and object it
Look all I see are defects and flaws so reject it
Pause, All I'm putting up is walls
All I'm doing is not writing, all I've done is fall
All I feel is pressure, all I feel is pressure
Walking down a hallway that was drawn by MC Escher
I'm just lost
Track Name: Make 'em Rich
Verse 1 - Apollo
I got a bag full of CD’s on my back
Walking round the mall like, Yo! Check out my tracks
My name is Apollo, I’m a local artist
Then he listen, “Man this sh*t go hard, is it free?”
Nah it cost 5 dollars yo
“Oh, I ain’t got it, I’ma holla tho”
Then walk right up into Style Setter
And buy an Ed Hardy shirt and Coogi sweater
So I’m like alright whatever
I’ll just find another person who likes it better
So I holla at this girl in the food court line
Spit her my lines, she’s like, “You’re Apollo?
Oh man I love your songs
I put ’em on every morning when I wake up man it get me going”
I say word how’d you get it then?
“She say I burned it from a friend”
I’m just glad you like it
So I turn to her friend whose texting on her sidekick
Like would you like to buy it?
And she’s like, “If I could burn it, why buy it?”

“That’s just stupid,
I got Limewire, Myspace
If I wanna hear something, I download it
There’s no reason to buy anything, anymore”

Hook
Be careful, they don’t properly depict ya
It’s all about image, quench ya thirst on my elixir
Just buy her liquor, the game is a bitch
Nobody wants help you ‘til you can make ’em rich
Till you can make ’em rich
Nobody wants help you ‘til you can make ’em rich
Till you can make ’em rich
Nobody wants help you ‘til you can make ’em rich


Verse 2
And so I’m like, man forget the mall
I’ll just sell ’em to my friends I bet they’ll buy ’em all
So that night I hit the club
With an old friend from high school and she’s nice too
I bet she’ll buy two, and so I ask her
And she’s like, “Ehh, I don’t got cash
And, I don’t even know your songs
I haven’t came to a show in like oh so long
Plus, I only like auto-tuned music
But I’m your #1 supporter
So when you get famous, you better not forget me
I’ma call you and tell you what you ought to get me
And I’ma be pretty with a Porsche and kitty
And you gon be on a billboard like Diddy”
Oh really? With you leading the way?
Kept my cool, just holla’d at the DJ
Like yo check out my cd
You’re Apollo right, this in my car on repeat
Your shit is hot as hell, well can you play it on the radio?
Well no, we only play who pays the most

“And since you don’t have a simple auto-tuned club track
You don’t got money
You see its not about quality anymore, its about marketability
But Im’a keep bumpin’ it! “

Hook

Verse 3
So now I’m like, F the public, hell
All the talent that we got, we could make it by ourselves
Got producers, singers, dancers, rappers
ENT companies, DJs, actors
Promoters, bands, engineers, x factors
But too many are selfish
To bring it all together and just make our own movement
Cause it ain’t about the music
It’s all about the moolah baby
In this game of pythons, heart is elusive
Trust contusive, friends abusive
And I swear one day that I’ma lose it
Next time I hear that somebody did a show
And didn’t no other rapper show or tell nobody else to go
Somebody did a party but ain’t nobody open
Somebody got a break but ain’t nobody know it
Somebody album drop and nobody help sell it
Or even worse, buy it, people are pathetic
If we could just make each other better
In the long run, we could all make it, together

“But I can’t invest my time and energy into helping you
If it don’t help me, right now
I can’t worry about you and the future
I’m just worried about me and my time.”

Hook