Chokehold - Apollo Brown, The Left, Journalist 103

"You

Only

So he decided to.."

Grabbed the rap game and put it in a choke hold

Make the comp submit like I was Stone Cold

Flyin' from the left direction of the turnbuckle

Elbow to the face, now watch 'em straight buckle

You dudes lack what it takes to handle heavy weights

Like a skinny dude pushin' a 45 plate

Get prepared it's history in the makin'

Red beam after King, shot down, the crown's taken

Bein' crushed like Galvatron's return

As I begin to serve every single word superb

From up and coming artists, even fans is gassed

To these toxic fumes, they soaked wearin' the black mask

It's the emergence of the real in the left lane

That make the music bang and cause a rampage

When they step on the front stage

Crowd go berserk cause the realness come forth to stake claim

"You

Only

So he decided to.."

Apollo and Journalist reached out for my services

Told them to give me 10, lay down a beat and watch me burn this bitch

I murder shit with no advertisement

And that's my word

Next motherfucker talk, he gon' take more shots than Curtis did

I'll leave you inverted with the preacher at your service

Sayin' a sermon about how your life had purpose

So ask yourself, is it worth it?

I'm tourniquet tight

That's every word I spit

So go 'head call me bitch, the city know that I'm the furthest shit

'Dro and the So Co

Coke by the boatload

Flows that are so cold

They'll leave hoes with a broke nose

Put 'em in choke holds

And squeeze till they throat close up

And they piss themselves wet, standin' in soaked clothes

I'm alone at the top, surrounded by broke molds

I got here by makin' cheap shots and throwin' low blows

I'm a mixture of a young buck and an old pro

'Dime and the Gas Mask, fuck you if you don't know

"You

Only

So he decided to.."

The rock is broken, the beast has been set free

Afflicting the brain of pain on the industry

So if rap is alive, my heart be the vicious rhythm

You just a guppy in shark water, I gotta kill 'em

My lyrical tongue is my weapon of choice

When I go to war so make your choice wisely

Only a few can ride beside me

I rep the home of big Proof and Dilla, that's where you'll find me

Journalist

103, the lyrical novelist

Backed by Apollo Brown, the beat's monstrous

The flow is toxic so inhale the fumes and

Put on the Gas Mask to intensive your high mood

Just ride out to the hydro

We here to clear the boom like a Mausberg shotgun with his cock son

We got a goal to accomplish

I'm fulfilling this pipe dream and a promise when I drop this

"You

Only

So he decided to.."