Nitty Scott - Apex lyrics

[Verse 1: Nitty Scott] Yo, I can see it in your eyes, think you just got two Fascinated with the new flu, two by two All my zoo sh** true and I'm too badu I be all over their head like the shampoo do Snoozing on a revolution so I blew by you Literally leave your body in the Blue Bayou We be looking at your troopers and your crew like ''who?'' Educating, elevating on your boo IQ Pledge allegiance to nothing, I got the wood and he crushing My kamikazes are coming to light Pica**o percussion, you dummy Little bummy ain't a damn thing funny You so poor, honey, all you have is money [Hook: Nitty Scott] So inhale the fragrance I be the apex, ho, get on my wavelength Another like me? Highly unlikely Hiding in my psyche, I dare you to come and find me [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] I dare you to come and dare me to flip and commit a homi I promise to God I'm probably the God of rhyming Dividing the profits with prophets, prophecy wasn't lying I grew my hair out just so I could look like a lion So when I say I wore it, that metaphor is more exciting I understand that, for sure like beach homes and sand crabs Bonjour, b**h pardon my French I never been to France, but I like to kiss like them Consider this the Kiss of d**h like Jada came through Nitty, you know it's love when they showing hate, boo Food for thought, hope you get a plateful Lately I done turned the booth to a dinner table Young mindf**, what the f** you thought? Fire in my eyes, in my shades it's dark And I'm still getting used to this famous part They say I sold my soul, but what about what I bought? Soul [Hook] [Verse 3: Nitty Scott] It's rap game, little Bhudda baby I take it you can hang in spaces with mother nature the Bhudda lady You feel my nexus, I'm flexin' my solar plexus We can have a flower orgy and keep it all in an essence More dread from warheads They want the poor dead, but I fed the universe on my forehead And did this happen beforehand? Now face it, they just basically erasing them glitches up in the matrix Always thought the term Black Magic was kinda racist And I have yet to find intelligent basis for all the hatred Attracting and deflecting a core of my star portals Ain't it gorgeous to be mortal? I couldn't be more cordial Now who dare stare into the hazy sun? I tell 'em it was I, Nitty Scott the wavy one I move things that move things with mood swings Got these n***as kissing my mood ring, I'm out [Hook]