Spot Me

[Verse 1: Apani] Yo, I know who I am, where I been, what I'm doin' Things I seen made me keen, take my cue from crews and zoom in Pursue the first place, attack with grace At a glance, not movin', strikin’ from lowest position Open-fisted combat, special move combos Make head, body contact, agile. I'm black Jungle cats slide back to the shadows ‘Cause I'm like a mirage, melted to camouflage Stealth in my whole aspect—respect me Self-taught, random dialect, technique complete Spit the words, abusing obtuse angles Verbal assault mangle. Handle with caution: the city-caught vandal Resize guys who get big into portions Technical, a author of classic-style portraits Armed like swordfish, sting like an eel Feel future shock, block and counter with knuckle-plated steel [Hook: Apani] (x2) Face-to-face standoffs, spot me on the frontline Everyway you look, I'm closin' in Hand-to-hand combat, spot me in the warzone Anywhere you run, I'm gonna get ya [Verse 2: Apani] Time's up. I lost my patience, disavow our relations By the nun, practice tactics perfected by ancient Warrior codes, calligraphy scrolls. Spot me in the [folds?] On exterior, seem some dude attitude superior [Rule of?] fearin’ ya. I'm just like you But smarter, work harder, slice sharper Territory marker—more than just a rapper Self-biographer, a daughter, sun-sign Gemini Air on the cusp of water. Moonrise Taurus Shaft shift to change to vapor and suffocate ya I'm CO2—more cutthroat than you Rage of ill repute, cobra-swift, stick 'em up, salute Off the chain like nunchucks—can't fuck with this So why attempt, god? Transparent like glass jaws Fraudulent and flawed. This is torture call for y’all Thought Apani was done? Think about it some more [Hook: Apani] (x2) Face-to-face standoffs, spot me on the frontline Everyway you look, I'm closin' in Hand-to-hand combat, spot me in the warzone Anywhere you run, I'm gonna get ya [Verse 3: Apani] Spot me everywhere you look, influence anywhere you go Indie idol on the alter, mega-trending, I'm descendin' like a parachute Rendezvous with my team, rock army-green Hit the ground runnin', sprint like wolverine stampede Victory is in my reach—impede speech Like drain stoppers, capture hostage after hostage Smack fire out faggots who ass-smuggle sausage No struggle, no options, lights out—all imposters Slowly stifle your essence of skills with jewels Y'all will all be peasants, derelict with no residences Lack a pot to piss in while I sit in my castle Engineerin' scripts to multiply my capital [Hook: Apani] (x2) Face-to-face standoffs, spot me on the frontline Everyway you look, I'm closin' in Hand-to-hand combat, spot me in the warzone Anywhere you run, I'm gonna get ya [Outro:] Ha, what? Yeah, yeah. In the warzone. Yo, you got me Lyric? You know what spot means? Uh, yeah, yeah DJ. Celph Titled. Mic spittin’. Qboro, sons of life—that’s my people. Yeah. Queens, B.K., Pharoahe, [?] "Let it out" – With scratches from Evad;e