Lyrics:
Yo Hip-Hop, Is niggas still talkin
Bout I can't rap, come on now
Look for me, Young K
Took 2Pac beat and got paid
My favorite rapper is Makaveli,
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
beneath my wings
When the miracle spittin' there shall be no witnesses to the pain
And my ignorance, I charge to the game
So many love and slain by
Hands up high) rIP to 2Pac
(Get your hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high) nigga roll that good shit
(Get your hands up high, hands up high
Hands up
Toc toc toc, c'est la purge
Toc toc toc, c'est la purge
Ça braque bien les menottes dans la hur
Ça braque bien les menottes dans la hur
Snika, 3-2
surgery (Serious)
Must be blind deaf dumb if you ain't heard of me
"Versace, Versace," I did that in the 90s
With 2Pac and $hort and the Click and K-Ci
Pac next to Jesus Christ
Teacher by my shoulder, looking over, looked confused in sight
Tupac in my earphones on repeat, had to play it twice
Anthems
all of the hate
Be overtaken by your rage
Lock in and engage
Move your fears for better days
This apocalypse will start the meltdown
Swimming in ones
Stopped by the spot, had to serve Pooh bear
He buy one, I front him one, so I left two there
In a two seater, pull up popping 2Pac
Didn't have a safe, so I
Regain your hate
regain your consciousness
or meet your fate
in this apocalypse
you take their lives
pillage their lands
a cycle of suffering
shaped
Regain your hate
regain your consciousness
or meet your fate
in this apocalypse
you take their lives
pillage their lands
a cycle of suffering
shaped
beg for mercy
Ignored by your lost god
We'll feast on charred flesh
And drink the light from your souls
My Holiday for the Apocalypse
The color bleeds
city sweltering hot
Staggering, drunker than those cops that 2Pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reaching, soon as I
out some Hen
This my dedication, my nigga 2Pac
And you can best believe -
That it won't stop, uh
You should've known that I'd be coming back
Especially
the ashes, a new strength flows.
Verse 2:
Hear the cries, the world in disarray,
Yet from this chaos, a new path I'll pave.
Every step, hardened by trials
the ashes, a new strength flows.
Verse 2:
Hear the cries, the world in disarray,
Yet from this chaos, a new path I'll pave.
Every step, hardened by trials
Shit, I'm a changed man
Ayy, turn the lights out
Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch
You know how we swing this shit, look
By age sixteen I sold
Awake
Abbadon
Ruler of the abyss
King of the locusts
Angel of the apocalypse
Our fate at your fingertips
Abbadon
Serpent deity
In the pit
make it moonwalk
White glove money stuffed in my tube socks
Top down thug life, 2Pac
I'mma boss, I can get ya whole crew chopped
Teflon Don
Two private Jets what this nigga's worth
Atlanta, Miami, Rosé
We like 2Pac infante
They sent my nigga on house arrest
I'm coming through nigga
or the
Legs of a hoochie
And that's off top like a toupee, I'm 2Pac
Coming back for doomsday, spitting at cops
Go and cop my album
Get high to it, pop some
dysfunction
Free a mind or two
And hope it makes a difference
Somewhere down the line
Dream our own apocalypse
Take a flying leap at freedom
1, 2, 1, 2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit,
a sephiroth by genes
I'm going to give you bitches a real apocalypse
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