Apotheosis by Edgar Wyndham Lyrics
[Intro]
[Verse 1: Edgar Wyndham]
He a tiger out the woods while ya’ll can’t hack it
A true master without the green jacket
Ya lack meaning, speech is bombastic
Stretched out over fours, Mr. Fantastic
So bomboclot with the ol' boombastic
Make heads rock 'til they is dumb spastic
Spit radioactive steam cuz he be wild
Hit back atcha wit dirty flow, it was Three Mile
An’ He smile only when he bare his teeth
Go wild when he hear snares hitting in the beats
Fuck wit' the bull, get the horn, that’s the steez
In some ways it’s clear he was born to MC
Still don’t sleep, though on beats ya soporific
Give ya the rope-a-dope, then drop it so terrific
Let’s see who committed heresy amongst ya
And ya barely even see what it is he brungst ya
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Edgar Wyndham]
Spit mercury weapons, poison darts
Hit with a recklessness that’s state of the art
An' ya may rap but been wack from the start
So take the flak from he who attacking ya heart
Push myself so hard give myself nightmares
So ya could try hard but never compare
The best is on my team like not coachin’ fair
So take a toke and then put that roach in the air
A different rhyme sayer but move like a slug
Inching on a beat 'til I move the ear bug
And gotta fly ride but I prefer the bus
It gimme time to write the fly shit that I bust
So funky cuz I got that from my ol’ dad
Grew up listenin’ to that ol’ funk and jazz
Like an "H" fiend that said no to the smack
Cuz ya know it seem he always drop the dope tracks
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Edgar Wyndham]
Ya can’t stop this, I’m at the apotheosis
Cuz there’s no hope you could ever top the dopest
An’ so far out from the shit I be smokin'
Ya’d think that I’m tokin' hits up in Hoboken
Keep a grimy voice cuz I just keep smokin'
Ask Rakim there just ain't no jokin
About who be broken like a sick Trent Reznor
Cuz I be better when I’m kickin bent letters
They is the prey and I’m the predator
A better letter editor an’ don’t need the cheddar for
Nothin’, don’t need money to prove skill
Cuz respect is better than loose dolla bills
An’ Yea I’m chill, Iron fist like the RZA
Chilling so hard that I’m way past a blizzard
This dialogue from under is over the industry structure
Cuz every contract bends them another sucker
[Verse 1: Edgar Wyndham]
He a tiger out the woods while ya’ll can’t hack it
A true master without the green jacket
Ya lack meaning, speech is bombastic
Stretched out over fours, Mr. Fantastic
So bomboclot with the ol' boombastic
Make heads rock 'til they is dumb spastic
Spit radioactive steam cuz he be wild
Hit back atcha wit dirty flow, it was Three Mile
An’ He smile only when he bare his teeth
Go wild when he hear snares hitting in the beats
Fuck wit' the bull, get the horn, that’s the steez
In some ways it’s clear he was born to MC
Still don’t sleep, though on beats ya soporific
Give ya the rope-a-dope, then drop it so terrific
Let’s see who committed heresy amongst ya
And ya barely even see what it is he brungst ya
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Edgar Wyndham]
Spit mercury weapons, poison darts
Hit with a recklessness that’s state of the art
An' ya may rap but been wack from the start
So take the flak from he who attacking ya heart
Push myself so hard give myself nightmares
So ya could try hard but never compare
The best is on my team like not coachin’ fair
So take a toke and then put that roach in the air
A different rhyme sayer but move like a slug
Inching on a beat 'til I move the ear bug
And gotta fly ride but I prefer the bus
It gimme time to write the fly shit that I bust
So funky cuz I got that from my ol’ dad
Grew up listenin’ to that ol’ funk and jazz
Like an "H" fiend that said no to the smack
Cuz ya know it seem he always drop the dope tracks
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Edgar Wyndham]
Ya can’t stop this, I’m at the apotheosis
Cuz there’s no hope you could ever top the dopest
An’ so far out from the shit I be smokin'
Ya’d think that I’m tokin' hits up in Hoboken
Keep a grimy voice cuz I just keep smokin'
Ask Rakim there just ain't no jokin
About who be broken like a sick Trent Reznor
Cuz I be better when I’m kickin bent letters
They is the prey and I’m the predator
A better letter editor an’ don’t need the cheddar for
Nothin’, don’t need money to prove skill
Cuz respect is better than loose dolla bills
An’ Yea I’m chill, Iron fist like the RZA
Chilling so hard that I’m way past a blizzard
This dialogue from under is over the industry structure
Cuz every contract bends them another sucker