Brass Tacks - Chino XL, FINALE, Apollo Brown

You can’t click on world star for your life’s solution

(your in love with the coco)

I’m in love with starting revolution

Apollo Brown music got me waking out of my coffin

Yellow tape caution

I’m an ape with the syllable _?_

I’m biblicaly awesome

_?_ ready to detonate from the hate that is coursing

You pray that i break or that my spit intensity softens

Eventually falling, appalling, pall-bearers _?_

I’m a bear in the forest

Foraging, flourishing

Spilling like a witches cauldron

Devouring Satan’s soul that he sold to me as a bargain

I’m the god of logic and the sergeant of this alarming

Jarring, jargon and tortured talking

Do you feel ashamed and awkward

For my phonetic fame you’d trade your child’s face

For my talent and fortune

Ares, I’m a ram that you can’t scam

That you can’t stand

Written’s flash by you

With a blur on a cops dash cam

I’m Oscar the grouch and this world is my trash can

Hazardous, spit wicked liquid

While this evil _?_ jazz is playing

My literature is littered with funeral terms

My spirit eternalness

Pitted with snippets of the weirdest

Unusual slurs

You can’t click on world star for your life’s solution

(your in love with the coco)

I’m in love with starting revolution X2