Apollo's Last Stand - The Alchemist, AG Da Coroner

Balboa fighting in the last round, tap glove

Sudden death, over time shit, no coming back cuz

Sniffing on the powdered dust, eyes wide, make sure

Your shoes tied, we’re running from the reaper in a homicide

Street’s Disciple, legendary Nas shit

Chopper down, move quick hop out the cockpit

Snakes on the plane, hold guns, they on some cop shit

Too late to make friends, son is obnoxious

Respect taken if niggas don’t wanna give it

I close my ears to stories if you ain’t live it

Half these niggas in the game cast reflections

Of Pinocchio, halfway thugs 'til we address 'em though

The weak shall perish when walking amongst the realness

I wrote this straight from the heart, so you should feel this

Lie detectors on Maury couldn’t reveal this

Who’s the father?

Many of us busted off

Hot dogs in her face, she wiped the mustard off

LES for a leather, the shit was butter soft

Dome in the stadium, quit because she love to boss

I’m an outdoor speech giver, the podium killer

Nobody realer but God and that’s my nigga

I walk with angels and toast with demons

Two sides to the Gemini mind for different reasons

I was born in the middle when nature was switching seasons

Bang, zoom to the moon, you chilling with Jackie Gleeson