Aight, check it...
This herb always brings up the rear, spends his life under the covers
Apo drops more periods than a rehab center for crackhead mothers
Won't catch me upset, this here ain't what they call a fighter's shock
When God matches up against a moderator with fuckin' Writer's Block
Heh, bathroom break, but you won't see Apotheosis using the Men's
Only way to get a view of the BS in his head is thru his contact lens
Matched hgimself with his maker, well that was Mr. Mod's 1st mistake
Apo's been headin' down dead end road all his life without the brakes
Apo talks a big game, claims dopeness and luck with all the femmes
But then his own self-image includes four fuckin' limbs on an M & M
You almost came on crap, then crap came on u, but I'm not scornin' it
Sad when a leader gets knocked out the first round of his tournament
Royce just wanted to Roll with the big boys, but he forgot his liscense
And RapVerse ain't seen a bigger disaster since the Cuban Missle Crisis!
Later

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One Man Crew
Most of 'em hate me, and it's a rare one who loves me
Niggas fillin' up with rage but they ain't gettin' above me
And after all the battles, the wins are no longer surprising
Pushin' bar after bar, takin' over the game, revolutionizing
Never thought of takin' help from others, see, I'm too proud
And every battle raises the volume of a voice speaking aloud