Apocalips Now

Lyrics

[Chorus: Dina Rae] I'm taking no prisoners, it's going down We run this shit, we run this town All you can see when you look around Dead bodies on the ground, apocalypse [Verse 1: Killah Priest] Angels, aliens and agents Prophets, politicians, detectives, demons and devils, the ghetto As the night settles over the earth, like mother nature's afterbirth Past will lurk, the massive curse Four plagues with Horus in their head Rigor mortis will spread 'nough said, we came for all of the dead He that saddled the red horse coughed, which lift up the whole Eastern seaport of New York And crashed into part of La Cienega sidewalk Which put the Beverly Center in the center of 34th The pale horse talk, a dirty cloth Rappers, this y'all disaster No laughter after the gun clappers get spun faster than twister My finger has blisters from gripping the steel like strippers Come fuck with us, catch the claps HRSMN nation, it's a rap So know what you're facing, get slapped It's Jason, Thursday the 13th, the stable is packed Lyrics like gat Put your body on the icepack [Chorus: Dina Rae] I'm taking no prisoners, it's going down We run this shit, we run this town All you can see when you look around Dead bodies on the ground, apocalypse Checkmate, I'm coming for the crown And I'ma take over everything around I'm gunning, I'm coming to shoot you down And no, you can't run, apocalypse [Verse 2: Kurupt] The invincible young Clint See I came from the East from the West, would you want trouble? If you knew the four double was in pocket In my pocket, pop, kick Gauge tactics, enrage that shit Like fuck this nigga and his bitch This is just mongrel/ride music I'ma die music Homicide music Helpful if you use it Crocodile lurking, sex tech jerking Let tef skirting S- s- hurting Finish your business and give me a minute And then I'ma send in a platoon Baboons into spitting Harpoon ammo Hump like camels It's all by the water, finna spit Roman candles Now die if you wanna Live if you gonna Try and get done up, nigga, 'cause I'm one up I'm the motherfucking headless horseman, my nigga Famine to the mass if I'm hurricane spastic That means I go spasmatic, monsoon Without a doubt, I clear out this whole fucking room, nigga [Verse 3: Canibus] Acts like a man of thought But thinks like a man of action Standup guy digging in for traction Double tap rap stay packing Molly pack fastened tight around a nigga back, he's strapped in You wanna know his name, you wanna know who asking By the time you niggas sell out, he cast in Endangered, the ghetto famous but aimless Homeless on the nature preserve, paying rent There's five unidentified bodies in a frickin' porta potty, stashed there by the mafia posse The one on the bottom say, "get off me" The three above the one on the bottom says, "you can't get out of this" The one on the top is silent Then all of a sudden, violence Then people get kicked in the privates Inverted totalitarianism He had a terrible vision Rappers been in danger since the beginning He's an endangered species [Chorus: Dina Rae] I'm taking no prisoners, it's going down We run this shit, we run this town All you can see when you look around Dead bodies on the ground, apocalypse Checkmate, I'm coming for the crown And I'ma take over everything around I'm gunning, I'm coming to shoot you down And no, you can't run, apocalypse [Verse 4: Ras Kass] I carry the crossbow, plucking niggas off like arrows but no love I just spread the plague for them dineros First rider, spit that black widow spider Penises are not a mode of transportation, fucking dick rider This rider, shit tighter than tits fit inside of a corset tied with a tourniquet Get liver, still burning like Rich Pryor, BIC lighter, crack igniter Incest the orgy of the Michelin man, have sex with six tires Time's up, young pup, make room for God's dogs Halo over my pile of shit, sit it on your front yard Airborne pathogens, malaria to Africans Black Death and Europeans, never cure the human beings I'll make sure that you are seeing no segregation Extermination, code of secret revelations I will see the homeless Native American, no reservation Resuscitation from a thirty-three and a third degree mason You be fucking hookers raw naked Piss in the morning and start burning That's what I call an overnight sensation [Chorus: Dina Rae] I'm taking no prisoners, it's going down We run this shit, we run this town All you can see when you look around Dead bodies on the ground, apocalypse Checkmate, I'm coming for the crown And I'ma take over everything around I'm gunning, I'm coming to shoot you down And no, you can't run, apocalypse