as poisoned lies Gospel of your demise No escape - Drown in agony Open the gates - Arise Dawn of apocalypse Obey the way of old Dawn of apocalypse
same as poisoned lies Gospel of your demise No escape - Drown in agony Open the gates - Arise Dawn of apocalypse Obey the way of old Dawn of apocalypse
Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, blacker than your blackest stallion Hit your house'n projects, I represent the Shaolin my nigga Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow
2x* [killah priest] A full moon glows, light reflects off of my gold Seven men with shields of david on top of they post Soft wind blows, breath through
? Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, blacker than your blackest stallion Hit your house'n projects, I represent the Shaolin my nigga Hell yes, 'Apocalypse Now', the gun blow
Hold up, you want somebody go bust him? Nah fuck, that I'ma hit this nigga out the window, son Ga head, man, shit, shit, shit, don't blow it up, duck
Apocalypse Now Mind over matter next batter be Tical Put it on a platter how much uncut Raw shit we dealin' wit, murder track what Slang killin' it, touched
Apocalypse now and then but in the meantime between I'm touring down the coast playing host To a gang of folks in a gang of cities in a gang of states We blow
vulture, Tical get Blacker than your blackest stallion hit your house Projects I represent the Shaolin' my nigga Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow
This is the Lotus The Underground Where all darkness meets For the judgement of their afterlife Six petals, One pod And an Army full of Juggalos
a little apocalypse It comes, now do you have time for this? A 3-tone carpet and a Jackie Chan spear Lookin' at a hairdo and a belly full of beer Well
blowing sweet rock and roll, Gonna blow right down inside your soul. Pythagoras with the looking glass reflects the full moon,
Excuse me as I kiss the sky, Sing a song of six pence a pocket full a rye, Who the fuck wanna die for their culture, Stalk the dead body like a vulture
vulture Tical get, HMMM Blacker than your blackest stallion Hit your house'n projects I represent the Shaolin my nigga Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow
s like Joan of Arc, man it's hot to death We blowing up the spot, not once but twice like P-Monch Blowing up some Reebok pumps when I beatbox "Come to
