Homeboy Sandman - Hallways Out Now lyrics

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Homeboy Sandman - Hallways Out Now lyrics

(Verse) I see dead people, they tell me keep the real stand, word up! No responsibilities for actions, I switch and take a stabbin' It's a turn off, strict by my turn-offs Go tell em why I turn up, safe cuz I'm a good earner So I ain't gotta keep the rabbit's foot swol up I could write up all of those gospels Only get around to that If I don't take the time to act hostile f** that whole Apollo crowd Hope they all f**ed up by Apollo Creed Son got spaced out Talk about Apollo Deep No apologies, I'm Apollo G, waddup Alias Zeus, I comped it from planets That be allied with some alien troops Varian tune, oh, that's enough of my Sumerian roots Sumerian ruins (Interlude) All race is on now, what else I gotta say? (Verse 2) My peripheral vision is funny funny Your eyes on the back of my head seein' for real, stop! Stamps for all the planets on my pa**port Got a sub system made of ashfold, keep it in my gym sport Watch em teleport to send the court Homie, I done been to court, to stream the court(?) Weeks and months pa**, but all I ever made is shy cla** for shy gla** Had to hit the street for my real Ed Seven ounce deep before I slept in a real bed Now I'm a marked man, but I'm a marksman So I don't sweat it, y'all don't get it I got a game plan, X's and O's for the whole kenneth Phone tags your tag on a protagonist O-Mag imagine us Off to handle my business (Interlude) Maybe the new record is hallways, do yourself a favor (Verse 3) All my words are fighting words, violent like the viking swirls Without the rake, all yo sh** done caught me when I was outta shape Now I got my heart rate lower, pall the bowers, I got flowers that pollinate Hold the b, I'mma soak up on all the range (?) This is not a game, iron in cheap coats Order is the street clothes, order is a street meat Freak shows, all them watch this street peep peak shows Take y'all booze and meatloaf, blood in blood, I cruise and meek law So now I'm bringin' out cheapskates Showin' out, throwin' out keepsakes For Pete's sake and Christ's sake Told his fam vamp hunter with the higher stakes The proud of the empire, the Dire Straits (Interlude) To, take y'all booze and meatloaf, blood in blood, I cruise and meek law? Always!