Songtext Stopwatch Apollo Brown

Stopwatch

Ayo, Apollo what up?
Got some king shit in this motherfucker
Just make your head nod back and forth right now

Yeah
Everyday I light something, write something
You can feel the fire in my palms
A Hadouken, Nuke Dukem kill
I douse the track that could gel us
And blew up like the restaurant scene on Goodfella's
We the keys to the city, so when the door closes
On Malcolm or Moses, don't stick up your noses
Unless you stop to inhale, standing before roses
That grew out the concrete jungle what turf war shows us
It birth more soldiers than global domination
Rather slip that in my vocals than in mobile conversations
'Cause they tap phones, snap bones and put you on trial and shit
I'd rather see you eating scallops with the Halibut
A high-class cuisine, or posting in a Benz truck
Pumping gasoline, money clips filled with cash between
Leave it to me to keep our city in the top spot
From the heart, [?] to Penobscot
Our time is on the stopwatch
Baby it's you (baby it's you)
Baby it's true (baby it's true)
I do love you, but I just can't stay (stay)
Maybe one day (maybe one day)
I'll come to stay (I'll come to stay)
I'll come to stay, to stay (woah, ooh)

Vivid dreams of that loft off the lake, often escapes
But always finds it's way back to me like boomerangs
Inviting my pen to move and write some new [?] slang
I'm here for great things plus I'm cool as AC on a humid day
Mellow state, it seems I only elevate
When I leave the rap game in yellow tape then go and meditate
Words from a precious place, up in heavy weight
Forced to fly and find peace on this endless grind
Ginger-fy, Motor City kind of peaks my interest
I relate to those who've been around and those who see it different
Bottom line: I just wanna see my niggas winning
Dripping in suits and fly dresses, toasts to new beginnings
We keep it classy like us black kings know
Harry Bellafonte whole and that King Cole
As far as this rap thing go, I got a killer instinct
And that explains how I attack these flows
My niggas know

Baby it's you (baby it's you)
Baby it's true (baby it's true)
I do love you, but I just can't stay (stay)
Maybe one day (maybe one day)
I'll come to stay (I'll come to stay)
I'll come to stay, to stay (woah, ooh)

Yeah
Product of my environment, out the Lion's den
I would string you along, word to the violins, I'm violent
I whip through your city like Leviathan, a fire man
I see a difference in between your eyes and grin
Usually I'm off the top, I'm just trying to avoid the pen
They investigate me on the web, they to try to spite a man
A bud told me to do it, never try to win
You living sin, you dying that
Ain't no sense in trying black, try again
I in fact like looking at the truth
Exude a certain sense of excellence
No negligence with juice if you denying at me
Writing raps for any purpose, but
To make people feeling worthless
Not just focus on the surface, that's a route within
"You lying sack of shit", that's what I'll call you deuces flying back
I am that star, I can inspire your hand, write your raps
Supplying crack, you niggas must've looked up to IMx
And beat 2
K, if I am vexed to beat 2
Ks outside your door like 32K

Baby it's you (baby it's you)
Baby it's true (baby it's true)
I do love you, but I just can't stay (stay)
Maybe one day (maybe one day)
I'll come to stay (I'll come to stay)
I'll come to stay, to stay (woah, ooh)