Cxdeine - Studio A.P.O.L.L.O.

(Radio Host played by Crimson A.D. Malice)
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
Now presenting to you
Cxdeine and Crimson Malice
Enjoy

(Cxdeine)
Yeah(x3)
You already know what's going on
Malice on the mic
Bringin’ to you ladies and gentlemen
Like we do everynight (Yeah)
Got a special lil verse, not so little, more immerse
If you missed a simple sample, better put it in reversе
Still we thinkin about it, spittin' about it
Thinkin' about it, spittin’ about it
Thinkin' about it
Spittin' about it
Thinkin' about it
Spittin' about it
Thinking about it, spittin' about it
Thinkin about it, spittin' about it, how we all about it, still we don't abidе it (Yeah)
Rules are simple abide it, but we feed up out it, out it
How we really take a zone, say we do it on our own
Heard it all before, ever since I ran away from home
Had a dream to be king, with a women like Coretta
But she started to bitch and I can’t seem to get better
I’m so fed up, with all these fucking lies, I despise
Right upon your eyes, look up motherfucker, you can see it in the sky
Like Apollo 9, let's rewind, doc and Marty flying in they super secret ride (Yeah)
Still you thinking about it, while you run and hide (Yeah)
And I’m spittin' about it, while I'm up inside
In the studio, blowin' smoke, ’til you wanna choke
Bum ass motherfuckers, yes I'm here to gloat

(x4)
Thinkin' about it
Spittin' about it

(Crimson A.D. Malice)
Thinkin' about it
Spittin' about it
Think then spit
Maaan shit

Well now you fucked up
Get ya buck up
Buckle up
You got ya buckle cut
Snuggle bug
You wanna snuggle up
You wanna snuggle fuck
You better double tuck
I don't need to think about it
To spit about it
Y'all wanna doubt it
But I found a way around it
Y'all ain't never found it
Won't find it
Cause you live right behind it
That's the Times it's
New York, make deposits
They shoot like the comets
Make comments
Fast and Furious
Movin so delirous
Turn on the Turbo
Burn on the curb-o
This ain't my snail-o
Where'd he go
No really, where'd he go
In the foggy forest with wretched windegoes
Welp, there he goes

(Crimson A.D. Malice)
I'm not goin' in there man

(Cxdeine)
You gotta

(Crimson A.D. Malice)
Shit look mad creepy

(Cxdeine)
Not that much

(Crimson A.D. Malice)
Ain't no way
(sigh)

Nevermind
I'm movin' in the forest (Yeah)
And I won't know when Forest
Gets four hits
Before it's
Too late
Wait a minute, did a branch just break (Yeah)

Shit

(Cxdeine)
Thinkin' about it
Spittin' about it (x2)
Spittin' about it