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