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Starkology Lyrics

from Apollo Kids

"Starkology" is track #6 on the album Apollo Kids. It was written by Delano Sean Matthews / Coles / Shemer.
"Starkology" is track #6 on the album Apollo Kids. It was written by Delano Sean Matthews / Coles / Shemer.

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Yo, yo, y'all respect my tour bus
We got whores with no drawers ready to do all four of us
Wildin', bustin' big bags of Ruffles
Show money, rubber banded up in the duffle

With dirtball niggas that steal cake from stores
Boostin' niggas that pop tags in the mall
True spot hoggers, used a few stockings
Niggas, hand over the cash when heat's to they noggin'

I sing a lil' lullaby, who gon' testify
The way a gruesome murder been televised?
Stupid, my name still ring in the streets though
Eighty six, used to slip crack through the peephole

Biscuit like Vaseline if I was a crook in rap, I'm past the cream
Brand more lean, if you niggas complain of sore throats
Shove the gun in they mouth, throat got scratched
They suckin' on Halls, yo

Yeah, yo, yo this verse is like leavin' the gas on
Hog tie a nigga for his bread, have the Hefty bag on
By any means, a cheddar king
Got a '98 kid's voice on smooth like Lenny Green

Word to my mother I air y'all niggas out
Bigger chromers for the one who got the bigger mouth
(Shout, shout, I'm talking to you, c'mon)

Go 'head and try me, you know you a bird
You could be on 'Gangland' wit' cha face all blurred
Skull deaded up slumped over the curb
Just watch next time how you write your words

Leave you hangin' like your last name
Or a old man's nuts that sag with no shame
Payback's a bitch, yeah, I smash y'all berries
'Fore they find you dead in your little house on the Prairie

Yo, I can do this on crutches, black with no legs
Both arms in a sling, push me on stage
Style still linger in the air like Glade
Girls my early 20's, I used to run trains

Chill I got next, go behind Dirt
Sometimes I had to chill instead get neck
Rich chandelier gown all over my flesh
'Bout to throw ladies to Haiti, peace to Wyclef

Blowed y'all cream, never throw dollar bills up
You know we window baggin' that krillz up
Fingertips hurt puttin' that work in
Move that white in bulk nigga like Jergens

New rappers need to skip town
This the East coast music, Grandpa Ghost is around
Icon tellin' y'all now
Be out before dawn 'fore shit get wild


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