Apostles - Mass Appeal, Nas, Fashawn

Statik Selektah

Yeah

Uh, yeah

Filthy American nightmare, dirty, we don’t fight fair

I’m talkin' old money with white hairs

Deuce deuce tucked in my Nike Airs

My name alone strike fears

To the throne, I’m an heir, debonair

Everywhere I’m posted, king like clovers

Natural, not a novice, if you haven’t noticed

Explosive, West Coast shit, you gotta cope it

Ever since I went corporate, niggas wonder where the coke went

I’ll bet each a bash, no one better than Fash

Biggest dog the veterinarian ever had

Veteran swag, all I’m inhaling is gas

Unleaded, that petrol, I piss on the metro

Goon, spent the afternoon with a batch of coons, passin' shrooms

Back and forth in a padded room

Insanity I embrace

Bought a new suit for the case

Plenty loot in the safe

Y’all don’t hear me though

A king is often alone, even in a crowded home

He silent, let it be known

He trust nobody, not family or friends

You’d be surprised on what he relies on

Consequences of men

Who realize warmheartedness could soon betray you

It prove fatal

And soon NATO will not protect us

Who got elected?

A true traitor to our respected republic

Sleep if you want, fuck it

Be my guest, sleep like an anesthesiologist put you to rest

I don’t show up to events, had to grow up in the 'jects

What you expect?

Execs in the game, I ain’t respect

I ain’t do dinners with labelheads

I knew some niggas that stayed in bed with 'em to stay ahead

And now I’m a labelhead

And I ain’t sign Fash as an artist, I rock with Fash as a partner

Mass Appeal Records (Hit the record store, never let me go)

Comin' straight from Cleveland, I’m the one that they believe in

I’ll deal with them heathens and them lowdown dirty demons

Ho niggas droppin' tracks, what, you got some weave in?

Y’all be way too busy chiefin', I’m busy achieving

I ain’t Hannah Baker, we just need a single reason

Every season niggas creepin' through the evening, tryna get even

Wintertime freezin', summertime, niggas squeezin'

We be peekin' through the peephole, we don’t even let the breeze in

Please, they could never blackball the black boy

The facts are you sharper than a tack or a hacksaw

When niggas act hard, that’s when they get attack on

These women gettin' smashed on, don’t get attached to 'em

I do the dash, I’m a dog, I’m a dasher

Me, Nas, and Fash talkin' fashion, like how’d this happen?

Came from a cold world so my heart adapted

I mastered the art of rappin' then I started rappin'

Once again we reveal the skill

Money’s growin' like grass with the mass appeal

With the mass appeal

Grass with the mass appeal