Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sabacolypse, artist - Sabac. Album song Sabacolypse, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.10.2010
Record label: Psycho + Logical
Song language: English
Sabacolypse |
| The world goes round and round ain’t no stopping it Welcome to the days of Sabacolypse |
| The world goes round and round, I’m on top of it These are the times of Sabacolypse |
| I first started to write at the age of twelve |
| My first verse was like a curse page raged in hell |
| I felt caged in jail my skin beige and pale |
| Back then emcees like me, we was made to fail |
| But I stay prevailed tell these crazy tales |
| But they the truth even still homie these days ain’t swell |
| I wanted sunshine but got rain and hail |
| But fuck it I stay rugged dog my pain is real |
| I come from poverty, my live where the streets is a part of me Its hard to see the odyssey through the lives of the oddities |
| Honestly I’m about music, sex money and revolution |
| You call it contradiction, I call it an evolution |
| There’s prisons being made, there’s women being raped |
| There’s surveillance in my hood, when I speak I’m being taped |
| I make riot music, start fire music |
| Mosh pits at rap shows, get high and lose it Sometimes I’m my worst enemy I refuse to be friends of me Clinically depressed wishing this could by the end of me Zoning out staring into space seeing Hindus and snakes |
| Cut off the head suck the blood give you a taste, I’m sick like that |
| Cussing off the insane man |
| My personality is Dustin Hoffman in rainmain |
| Compulsive schizophrenic this veterans explosive |
| Walking timebomb take my medicine in doses |
| Went from speed to Prozac from tees to throwbacks |
| Weed to keys but y’all don’t need to know that |
| Was told that I died and came back to life, cracks and dice, smacks and ice, |
| gats and knives |
| I live the bastard live, man I sacrifice |
| I’d be happy with some kids and an attractive wife |
| Few million tucked away in a stash straight cash |
| Even room in my path so I could escape fast from this |
| I’m a mass depressed, lately I’ve been feeling rotten |
| Putting cancer to my lips while I’m inhaling toxins |
| It’s gotten to the point I’m contemplating my death |
| I’m like running from myself or escaping the feds |
| I’m in the bed pen and pad, porn flicks and beats |
| Gaining weight rapidly like some sick disease |
| Please give me some drugs, or give me some love |
| Or give me something that’s gonna give me a rush |
| I need a buzz before I decide to squeeze and bust |
| Have someone come home only to see the blood |
| Stains on my walls from my brains to my balls |
| Most likely from my brains, I’m feeling dangerous y’all |
| I need to slide out of this funk, slide from the dumps |
| And take it back to the streets so I could ride on you punks |
| I’m hardheaded so forget it man expect to see me For now I choose to live dog that’s too easy |