Apex

[Verse 1: Nitty Scott]

Yo, I can see it in your eyes, think you just got two

Fascinated with the new flu, two by two

All my zoo shit true and I'm too badu

I be all over their head like the shampoo do

Snoozing on a revolution so I blew by you

Literally leave your body in the Blue Bayou

We be looking at your troopers and your crew like ''who?''

Educating, elevating on your boo IQ

Pledge allegiance to nothing, I got the wood and he crushing

My kamikazes are coming to light Picasso percussion, you dummy

Little bummy ain't a damn thing funny

You so poor, honey, all you have is money

[Hook: Nitty Scott]

So inhale the fragrance

I be the apex, ho, get on my wavelength

Another like me? Highly unlikely

Hiding in my psyche, I dare you to come and find me

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]

I dare you to come and dare me to flip and commit a homi

I promise to God I'm probably the God of rhyming

Dividing the profits with prophets, prophecy wasn't lying

I grew my hair out just so I could look like a lion

So when I say I wore it, that metaphor is more exciting

I understand that, for sure like beach homes and sand crabs

Bonjour, bitch pardon my French

I never been to France, but I like to kiss like them

Consider this the Kiss of Death like Jada came through

Nitty, you know it's love when they showing hate, boo

Food for thought, hope you get a plateful

Lately I done turned the booth to a dinner table

Young mindfuck, what the fuck you thought?

Fire in my eyes, in my shades it's dark

And I'm still getting used to this famous part

They say I sold my soul, but what about what I bought?

Soul

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Nitty Scott]

It's rap game, little Bhudda baby

I take it you can hang in spaces with mother nature the Bhudda lady

You feel my nexus, I'm flexin' my solar plexus

We can have a flower orgy and keep it all in an essence

More dread from warheads

They want the poor dead, but I fed the universe on my forehead

And did this happen beforehand?

Now face it, they just basically erasing them glitches up in the matrix

Always thought the term Black Magic was kinda racist

And I have yet to find intelligent basis for all the hatred

Attracting and deflecting a core of my star portals

Ain't it gorgeous to be mortal? I couldn't be more cordial

Now who dare stare into the hazy sun?

I tell 'em it was I, Nitty Scott the wavy one

I move things that move things with mood swings

Got these niggas kissing my mood ring, I'm out

[Hook]