Songtext Dominance Apollo Brown

Dominance

D-d-d-dominate MCs
God forsaken, they hate them, great
D-d-d-dominate MCs
God forsaken, they hate them, great
D-d-d-dominate MCs
God forsaken, they hate them, great
D-d-d-dominate MCs
God forsaken, they hate them, great

Yo, what up Apollo?
What up Vstylez?
How 'bout the Vish?
Check it out
For most of you, sincerely Detroit

Ayo, it's like dominance: the sound that I bring
The type confidence that's normally found in a king
Man, I'm a certain kind of work for mind (verse)
And I rehearse the rhyme until the words feel real
And heal like it's Turpentine
(I write shit) Between the punchlines, you might miss
My mic grip make a headline and turn flight risk
(A slight twist) Afraid of your Raheem's right fist(
Mixed with a knife tip) and gift the spit, that white brick (ah)
The beat bomb upon [?] with writtens
When I speak calm, I breath audible like Egyptians (art)
This ain't that factory grown (It's grass-rooted)
Do the maths, sit back and shoot the facts, they have to be known
Go 'head, complain and say I'm arrogant
But up against Gotham's dark knight, you cat's have hell in comparison
I made mistakes and I fell
Toughest competition, I went days
Shit, I'm face to face with myself

D-d-d-dominate MCs
God forsaken, they hate them, great
D-d-d-dominate MCs
God forsaken, they hate them, great
D-d-d-dominate MCs
God forsaken, they hate them, great
D-d-d-dominate MCs
God forsaken, they hate them, great

Uh, I'm bringing a subway
That means I've got a foot-long barrel
That's why I rule the block, I shoot an op'
The crew remind of Adrien Broner and Floyd's relationship
We don't know if you niggas cool or not
Aliens never die, we the Goonies
Intelligent gangsters: we bust guns and quote Rumi
Rappers is hoes and groupies
Flow they stowed from Tunchi
Let's get it moving, your chick would chew
Your bitch is losing
I look at blasting Tecs like having sex, I prevent life when I pull out
Ain't nothing shook 'bout, you niggas better look out
Wired if you ain't expect fire bringing beef to this cook-out
Blame it on your era, well?
What goes around comes back around
That's karma's carousel
Your bars a bunch of fairy tales
Soft, you just wear it well
I'm known for having the sickest lines, I shit parallel

D-d-d-dominate MCs
God forsaken, they hate them, great
D-d-d-dominate MCs
God forsaken, they hate them, great
D-d-d-dominate MCs
God forsaken, they hate them, great
D-d-d-dominate MCs
God forsaken, they hate them, great

Yeah, all I ever wanted was a place to shine
Time to execute the plan so I could start my climb
In this journey, on a mission, walk the sands, it's Kung-Fu
Problems usually solved with my hands, they talk too
And I ain't even violent, 'less you testing my manhood
Start shit like Nicki did to Miley, yo, what's good?
I'm all about respect, check the way I conduct it
Collab' with many legends as I'm wiping my feces
My motive's [?], take a look where the beast is
Don't be a casualty when the fury releases
Still get it in, unorthodox with a slight tilt
Motor City rebels hold the [?]
Aim and hit the mark, I'm as witty as Broncho
Randy Savage, nigga, steal your girls 'cause I'm macho
See, every day's a gift, that's why we call it the present
You'll never check my attitude, 'cause my manner is pleasant

D-d-d-dominate MCs
God forsaken, they hate them, great
D-d-d-dominate MCs
God forsaken, they hate them, great
D-d-d-dominate MCs
God forsaken, they hate them, great
D-d-d-dominate MCs
God forsaken, they hate them, great
D-d-d-dominate