Level Songtext
von Apollo’s Interlude

I hope this is my weakest flow ever
Flashbacks to high school, I never wore a letter
Even empirical rulers couldn′t measure
The weight of the storm I felt in that weather
I had to level up, I dreamed, woke up
Practiced, grind, worked, planned, flowed, shined
Lord knows I'm in this hyperbolic time chamber
Over nine thousand
Increasing danger, spitting like this is a classic
The flow cliché gymnastics


I learned to eat so savage
Still no yogurt bears in my basket
I′m Jamal or Angela Bassett
That's big, huh?
Plotting on being a king but not dying before my dream
Falsetto melodies, Fiona on the green
Giant gone vegan, music all I'm eating

I′m the shooter and the victim
I′m the loser and the victor
I'm the question and the answer
I′m the grandpa and the grandson
Leveling handsome, doubters abandoned
Tryna see me up in a mansion
Europeans listening and dancing
Holding beats hostage for ransom

This that modest anthem
Leveling up at random
Like pops I have a bad fume
And these rappers looking like bathroom