[Lyric] Name is (Next Apollo)

//Verse 1//
Don't ask if I'm famous
U know that dangerous
Cause many have tried and many have died
To come even close to attain this

So if u asking me
What I'd rather see
Then I'd rather be nameless

Other than be a casualty
Getting hit in the dome to be faceless

That's why I be low with the personals
People turn targets and people be hoping on hitting home
Some think that they know but they really don't
Zip on my code and switch all my visuals

Keeping it public living in private
People gon mumble whenever they jiving
All u be jumbling wit all of this dick riding
Thinking u slick sliding
Going thru the thick trying
Trying to get rich fighting
Getting all bloody the way these fists flying
Wanna see these ticks biting

Cause right now I'm on my own
And right now I'm in my zone
And if u try my style to hone
There's a chance you won't go home

//Jesse Commas//


//Verse 2//
Managers sponsored like Nascar
Speeches be running like track stars
Look at the records, I see cigars
And god damn Jaguars
With Luxury caviar
And under the cover bad gals
Spending it up on cash card
Of an ignorant trap star

I see an industry
Of hypocrites all living in misery
Held up in a place where a fiddle be
Corrupt like the senate in Italy
All I see is some Pharisees
All they be talking is heresy
Caution on secrets they handing the peeps
Between the slits, what the bandit sees

And if that's what I need to be, then I'm Antipublic
Anti junction If ill be scammed at my own function
Then I'm running
To keep myself free from these god damn captures
And be the man to master my god damn masters

//Jesse Commas//


//Consey//
Don't ask on my background
You know karma go back round
Bro Bro got 25 to life
Cause he let his mac Raw in the middle of a SmackDown
I used to love the streets, dreamt of packing all the heat
Till my fleet used me as a cash cow
Thats why my profiles low
If you gotta shine, let it glow
She said I'm cold to my heart, and my mind had a spark
Cause my favourite weathers snow
Thats all I can feel, and you know shit is real
When you start to envision ya brain blown
My thoughts are my enemy, stressing me
Ideas of a Kurt Cobain legacy
Mix those amphetamines with some more Hennessy
Then drink till I lose all thats left of me
Nah fuck that, gotta grind all the time in my life
So my star can shine bright when I'm gone
I'll put it in a song
Rhyme tight till I blow like a bomb
Keep it slow, carry on, remain strong
I'm in it for the long, haul, stand tall, don't fall
At the top of the tower, as the lead starts to shower
I'll beat on my chest like Kong
King Con...
//Jesse Commas//

//Verse 4//
I'm keeping creative control
I'm keeping it me as a whole
Unlocked like a key to a hole
Bitch I be looking Hov

The way that I roll
Cause I swear that I've been thru it all
Just to get to the par
And yall couldn't get that far

Cause Bitch I be underground
Bars be hitting like hundred pounds
Coming around like hundred rounds
Speaking it fast to dumb it down
Cause all of these industry plants the dumbest out

But I ain't gon blame you
No one had came thru
But we be different breeds
I'm wild, and all these bitches so tame to the highest degree

I'm making a musical Legacy
Enemies climbing my sound
Saying that they got a leg on me
Karma be moving around
Whenever they're taking their leg off me

So when I don't go rap for fame
You can call that shit a vow
And When they asking for my name
Say that shit ain't allowed