| I first started to write at the age of twelve
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| My first verse was like a curse page of rage and hell
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| I felt caged in jail my skin beige and pale
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| Back then emcees like me, we was made to fail
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| But I stay prevailed tell these crazy tales
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| But they the truth even still homie these days ain’t swell
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| I wanted sunshine but got rain and hail
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| But fuck it I stay rugged dog my pain is real
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| I come from poverty, my life where the streets is a part of me
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| It’s hard to see the odyssey through the lives of the oddities
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| Honestly I’m about music, sex, money and revolution
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| You call it contradiction, I call it an evolution
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| There’s prisons being made, there’s women being raped
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| There’s surveillance in my hood, when I speak I’m being taped
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| I make riot music, start fire music
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| Mosh pits at rap shows, get high and lose it
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| The world goes round and round ain’t no stopping it
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| Welcome to the days of Sabacolypse
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| The world goes round and round, I’m on top of it
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| These are the times of Sabacolypse
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| Sometimes I’m my worst enemy I refuse to be friends of me
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| Clinically depressed wishing this could by the end of me
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| Zoning out, staring into space, seeing Hindus and snakes
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| Cut off the head, suck the blood, give you a taste, I’m sick like that
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| Cussing off the insane man
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| My personality is Dustin Hoffman in «Rain man»
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| Compulsive schizophrenic, this veteran’s explosive
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| Walking timebomb take my medicine in doses
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| Went from speed to Prozac from tees to throwbacks
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| Weed to keys, but y’all don’t need to know that
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| Was told that I died and came back to life, cracks and dice, smacks and ice,
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| gats and knives
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| I live the bastard life, man, I sacrifice
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| I’d be happy with some kids and an attractive wife
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| Few million tucked away in a stash, straight cash
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| Even room in my path so I could escape fast from this
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| World that goes round and round ain’t no stopping it
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| Welcome to the days of Sabacolypse
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| The world goes round and round, I’m on top of it
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| These are the times of Sabacolypse
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| I’m a mass depressed, lately I’ve been feeling rotten
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| Putting cancer to my lips while I’m inhaling toxins
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| It’s gotten to the point I’m contemplating my death
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| I’m like running from myself or escaping the feds
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| I’m in the bed, pen and pad, porn flicks and beats
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| Gaining weight rapidly like some sick disease
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| Please give me some drugs, or give me some love
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| Or give me something that’s gonna give me a rush
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| I need a buzz before I decide to squeeze and bust
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| Have someone come home only to see the blood
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| Stains on my walls from my brains to my balls
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| Most likely from my brains, I’m feeling dangerous y’all
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| I need to slide out of this funk, slide from the dumps
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| And take it back to the streets so I could ride on you punks
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| I’m hardheaded so forget it man expect to see me
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| For now I choose to live dog, death’s too easy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sabacolypse , by - Necro. Song from the album Sabacolypse, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп