Lyrics:
without our crowns
1, 2, 3, 4
We've got nothing, nothing to prove
Cause we've got the apocalypse blues
We'll be paying our dues when all is gone
We've got
hands now"
"Clap your hands now"
Brothers know the flavs when the Quest gets loose
Slamming sucker fuckers like the wrestler Zeus
Crazier than 2Pac
the moon's eclipse
All of humanity will fall
Come the Apocalypse
The number of the beast
All of humanity shall fall
For the Lord will execute judgment by fire
Fill up the babies with bullshit
Internet blogs and pulpit, fill 'em with gossip
I feel like this gotta be the feelin' what 'Pac was
The feelin'
my vision
Right on time with mine thanks to them old Doc prescriptions
West side flourishin' again, this what 2Pac envisioned
Obama freein' lifers
of the living dead
Darkside of gates to madness
Outbreak in the asylum
Aunt Gerstrudestold the killing joke
Souls in agony united by thrash
Tiglath on the way
(what?)
Couple choppers, two Glocks, a 2Pac shirt, Dockers, and boxers dropped
Lookin' awkward as I walk into Oxford (stop, the fuck?)
So much
there's food there's vultures
More Tony now, back then I was Sosa
I was sent like a penny in a loafer
The 2Pac Deepak Chopra
On a plane drinking wine
Vamoose like 2pac
Suicidal tendencies, down to white Hennessy
Look in the book, I'm the definition of menace b
Chokin' niggas out for no reason, it's
Mr. Did her wrong
Mr. Sing a song
Hit a bong, Mr. Cheech and Chong
Mr. In my zone
Mr. 2Pac Herringbone, on my collar bone
Heat is on, mister
Mr.
knock
Drop top, she was rockin the 2Pac
Said, "Yo D, not me, whatchu got?"
D said, "She's a vivrant thang..
vivrant thang, vivrant thang"
[Fred
here)
Ring a bell and make a nigga late
Like, what it do Bob?
This a warzone, send 'em to the gulag
They was talkin' shit, now they talk to 2Pac
Now
dropping this with hip-hop in this
And when the topic is topicless, then I'm writing the apocalypse
[Chorus 1 & 2]
[Chorus 2: Repeats]
a bitch
I'll dare ya ass to try to run that 2PAC shit
I goes high-ho silver like the fuckin' Moan Ranger
Playin' here's out my dick inside a total
the second Celebrity Deathmatch (ding ding)
So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly (hurry up man!)
I'm sicker than a 2Pac dedication to Biggie
I'm enchanted by the storm
My chaos instinct must belong
Chorus
I've been looking forwards for a while
If it's for the apocalypse or just for the lie
High in the sky a plane passes by a machine of
War nothing strange we've seen them before if we only
Knew the secret it is keeping
Deadly cargo
similes
Serve like a waitress and you
Don't want seconds courtesy
Off K Dot, the son of 2Pac
Biggies nephew Big L said I was special
Now let's do, lunch
mourn falling stars
They still living all hard (We still here)
Now of course this was
Inspired by 2Pac Shakur
Eazy-E, still here (still here)
My man
jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
Shoot-outs makin' me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In
talkin' 'bout we gotta move
Eviction notices, I got 'em too
Movin' dolo, this was not a group
Knockin' 2Pac and a lot of Snoop
Got the hang of this shit
can’t even say why I (fucking) bother
Their is work to be done
By the many and not the some
Cancel the Apocalypse
Cancel the Apocalypse
Fear is
on Channel 7 he do beats for 2Pac
Now coming out the spring from Heaven
Ya know my piece is, hotter than grease is
With no wrong way to eat
Ya face like
a bitch
Call me Niggarace each finger, it glists
You try to 2Pac me, I hit you with this
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