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Full Blown Apocalypse

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

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

rock concrete blocks, live from Shock G.C., Rose Fam got your city on lock In every nation, the target is submergin like Apocalypse You got glocks and

lens Ease some, police come, place cameras on men Deceased ones lay stiff - posin' on cement roses On their lids cold winds blow over the ditch Where

or Gobi a deserted dream You hear a lot of ghosts in this old town Gotta let the fuse blow you right out the net In a city full of stealers it?s as good

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

man!) 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

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

? 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