Lyrics:
The Golden Apple

Oh Lord All is all is I is me is us Oh Lord Trying the best I can, an imperfect man With fire to understand But it's so hard to see when blind Find

Twilight fades into day The moon once again hides her face Until barely light remains And night reigns over the day Night reigns over the day The sky

too And who decides what's right to hear? You? Hey, PMRC, you stupid fucking assholes The sticker on the record is what makes 'em sell gold Can't you

She screamin' "Hit 'em up", I'm screamin', "Who shot ya?" I'm on that red wine, shorty like white Same shit different toilet, we both gettin' nice Me, I'm from the Apple

town Waiting anxiously for the parade to begin all around On the very last day A unicorn headed the mystical way Surrounded by what seemed a thousand golden

what you are You can trade your soul For an electric guitar Ooh, not a pretty vanity (No, no, not me) Glorified insanity (No, no, not me) And when they offer golden apples

(Dolly Parton) Eve you wicked woman, you done put your curse on me Why didn't you just leave that apple hangin' in the tree You make us hate our husbands

can take this rap game to a higher degree We can do this Spike Lee or how you want it to be Check it, Golden Arms plus new Cappadon' [U-God] These 99

Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind Cut me a seven-tries Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (Uh, uh) Candy apple