Lyrics:
the corner all eyes on me
Like I'm 2Pac niggas envy wanna shakur me
Haters, why get mad? I get paper
All black Camaro lookin like Darth Vader
Diamonds in ma
They're walking by day, they stumble by night
Wandering blindly, with no end in sight
Mass communication, hand to hand
A new epidemic has control
Two wings of the choir
Crushed by Te Deum and Dies Irae.
Rioting crowds clamber,
Not with a whimper but a whine.
c poor cur's lapse.
Square dwellers
ain't got enough by the first of the month
Knock on the door goes 1, 2, 3
Cops always knock in threes on the glass
Blast through the window, light from
still dissin', wonderin' why I ain't sayin' it
I can smell the setup, that's that 2Pac in Vegas hit
I revealed myself and some don't know what to make
And stabilize economies, shopping spree
Copped a V, we stay driven by a lotta greed
The saddest sight is when the parasites bottom feed
The game of Monopoly,
a 2Pac moment (2Pac)
Fresh hold nigga with the Guwop stomach
(Guwop)
Spin through your block with the uwop bustin'
(Blaow) ran through the east, like
Who
Congregation congregated in his house of god
Entombed by their almighty savior
Revelations misinterpreted ignite his flame
Removed from the human
Astronaut Apocalypse
Crazy from too many space trips
Lock your doors and hide your Tang
They are not after flesh or brain
They want your dehydrated
in a
Apocalypse in the sky (Alright)
No longer basic I'm staying alive
Sprint to the scene not designed not designed yuh (Nah)
Apocalypse vibes through
to the soundtrack of 2pac
I'll beat you to a pulp no fiction
Tarantino flow new Jules and Vincent
Blow marijuana smoke, no incense
Exhale in the face of innocent
shit hook up
Though how that shit hook up?
Can I get some?
I love that ghetto shit (That ghetto shit)
I love that 2Pac shit (2Pac shit)
I'm that nigga
from the past
Runnin an Runnin ain't nowhere to hide, dead body's risin meet ur demise
Sky turnin red Apocalypse Time, I'm callin my Niggas it really is
in the mornin', still two sheets in the ba-ag
Wake up in the henhouse, doin' the apocalypse rag
Apocalypse Rag
The winter rye is sodden, still
Why is ratting at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?
Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead
I return from darkness on burning winds
And I paint sky the blood
With the fucking blood of angels God
VERSE 2
Illusions fade in visions of pain
children of your future
Begin their intervention on the Earth
Two steps to the apocalypse,
Leave your thoughts in memory of the past
Horsemen of the Apocalypse
I see you
I know who you are
Horsemen of the Apocalypse
Riding fast
Riding hard
Bringing destruction
In your wake
(2pac Speaks on the Rich-vs-Poor)
Yea!
We are the roots of democracy Children of Poverty
Economic Slavery!
We are the roots of democracy Children
threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
One, two, three, four
The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we
by myself, I trap alone, I ain't done enough
I tell everyone, but they do not care
I see nuclears in the sky and air
Apocalypse, they gaze and stare
gangsta)
Play or stay (gangsta)
Yeah, yeah (gangsta, gangsta)
Death Row
Yeah, yeah, my nigga 2Pac rest in peace
Dogg Pound
Dippin' real hard y'know
We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
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