Lyrics:
Verse1
I’m an APPLE, cuz im hardest at the core, spitten seed for growth/
Tree branchin out, makin sure the leaves are green before they soiled/
An APPLE that dropped, hittin Issac (Newton) on the head/
After Adam ate the APPLE that was the last taste on his breath/
Cuz the lips of sleeping beauty stuck her teeth into the skin that’s juicy/
She gon stay asleep, from the poison I’m producing/
Johnny (Appleseed) blazing mah seeds all across the nation/
Creating fields of fan bases, craving for a taste of this emcee/
After the equation, an Apple-a-day keeps you stimulated/
Dig into the (American) PIE , if you have not yet fornicated/
Boot the mactintosh(APPLE), to expand your imagination/
I was raised in Washington(apple), but climate drove me to new places/
And I place this Apple on Mary Leturnos(teacher that fucked student) desk/
I aint SCREWING my teacher, blame it on the verdict the jury reaches/
An apple is America, after you peel off the skin/
Strickly WHITE, juicy LIES, expose the leaders from WITHIN/
After the Apple turns brown, they gonna call it “rotten”?
Yo, its only sweeter, diversity is not a sign of weakness/
American as Apple-3.14…million dollars, in a land where athletes
Make more than teachers and doctors.

CHORUS:
I’m a soldier, at war with myself/
An old book that’s packed wit knowledge , but no one ever takes it off the shelve/
Im Edgar Allen fo Poe folk, I’m Raven( raving) on the beat/
I’m a leaf, with the stroke of the ink….pure poetry/

VERSE 2
TECHNOLOGY advances as fast as THIS man can work/
Went from ink from a quill, direct to Microsoft Word/
Calendar pages strip away to the see the numbers increase/
Positively the numbers rise, but the time I gots decreasing/
I put my soul into this flow until the mainstream believing/
I’ma go until I’m grey and my body no longer breathing/
The lights is passin, the music got me zoned when I’m speeding/
120 (mph) down the 10 east cuz the beat got me tweekin/
this music serious, you betta kill this cat cuz he’s curious/
in an industry where deception takes advantage of carelessness/
back stabbin is as common as that Cadillac you were promised/
after you read the devil-script, can you sign at the dotted?/
But I got 3 words that represent the future of music, it’s the:
FAR………….EAST…….MOVEMENT/
My flows improving cuz I’m treating it wit Chemotherapy/
Radioactive, bumpin through the speakers over air wave frequencies
That end wit ‘9’ or ‘ .3’ , yo I can imagine, cuz I’m bound to happen/
Cuz I’m hungry when I’m cookin up the purest form of poetry/
Sowing the seeds of melody for the longevity/
Aiming for the label of ‘Cal Ripken’ of the rap game/
Household, cuz sooner or later mah name is commonplace.
TECHNISH…..never will I be taken from music that I dominate.

CHORUS 2X

Let loose and let the music translate like de-coder rings/
When the phone rings, leave a message at the beat-to-be deciphered-
Through the cipher-sounds pronounced pro-nouns is sweeter than Godiva/
Langston Hughes’ dehydrated raisins were grapes in the sun/
That swayed a nation into a MOVEMENT that black was power for some/
Tupac was droppin knowledge, books was wrote(on him) and taught in college/
Influencing Marshall Mathers to Nas-tradamus/
Hip hop is a promise, that you gonna feel the REAL/
Cellulite instead of silicon, no matter Appeal/
Pure Poetry perfected by the post-rigor-mortis/
People that perfected expression with a pen and a purpose/
The focus, was the MESSAGE, not the BRAND you were sportin/
Always emotion before Gucci loafers and Prada purses/
The music worsens, materialism takes over verses/
These rappers is mannequins, in a mall full of merchants/
And serpents and snakes, worthless tho its worth it TODAY/
They get an A for attitude, but an F for what they say.

Chorus 2X