Wyclef Jean - Apocalypse Lyrics
Intro:Yeah, I was looking out my windowWhen I heard this soundLook up into the skySaw the moon turned to bloodLooked at my little brotherSaid, you high as hell maaanChorus:Apocalypse..1,2 the headlines youths just rolled throughApocalypse..3,4 solder, 100 horsemen at your doorApocalypse..5,6 you wanted dead or alive, hit or missWe we yall, yeah, we we yallVerse one:Arrival of the carnivalNew beats, I never recycleWhile your looking for samplesYou might get trampledSurprise, heyIm back with lightning and thunderI heard you over saying that I was a one year wonderYou dumb or some, I went to refugeesSilly felony, when Im doneCollect royalty from record companysClouds getting darkerSuns getting nearerIll turn a atheist into a God fearing believerThe back of a buildingYour bodys found by childrenPlayin hide go seekAll we found was his skeletonIn the back of a carYou spawned with the wrong guardYou know my empire strikes back hardListen hard, warThis is the day after actionProjects, cannonsBeing launched at the palaceVision, revelationSky know apocalypseEnemy pilots kamikaze into the abyssChorus:Apocalypse..1,2 the headlines youths just rolled throughApocalypse..3,4 solder, 100 horsemen at your doorApocalypse..5,6 you wanted dead or alive, hit or missWe we yall, yeah, we we yall, yeah, we we yallVerse two:Aiyyo, back on earthThe party is in the tunnelOn the west side of the riverWent mad quiverRats get fed to the alligatorGun blast equivalent to the bombs in pearl harborRescue choppers broke the turn to hiroshimaIm driving to jersey to escape the terrorI was on the highway pushing a black viperA car pulls up, is he a jack or a sniper (sniper)A blue range rover, he says pull overI didnt know he was a dt undercoverI screamed out my lungsThis is discrimination!He tried, he said you just robbed a gas stationWho me? not me! it couldnt beI was in the grammys with brandyDidnt you see me on tv?Bullshit, yall all in the same gameHe tried to run me off the roadLike he was rosco, rico or dreI stayed calm, gave him a hell of a showCause when its time to goAll I gotta press is turboHeard it on his walkie, road block on 280 westThings got serious, thats when I bust a leftU-turn, my eyes burnedMy concern was a truck comingHead on collision within a chase positionClose one, I almost went up in a blazeRunning from what appears to be a masqueradeLeast that what I thought, it was all in my mindReality stuck when I got to the borderlineThe headline reads every ghettos sad storyA rookie shoots a boy over mistaken identity...(crash)Chorus repeat (2x)
