2E - Apocalypse

Yea
Light up
Well educated but we still get hella faded
Yea
Well educated but we still get hella faded
Well educated but we still get hella faded
Anticipating greatness in the stables at the races
Pulling out the cables gonna keep your brain stable
Politicians telling fables as they steal food from the table
Well educated but we still get hella faded
Anticipating greatness in the stables at the races
Pulling out the cables gonna keep your brain stable
Politicians telling fables as they steal food from the table
Who gave this man the right to speak?
They only listen when your voice is up inside the beat
Counting to infinity the world's a game of hide and seek
Cus that's how long it's gonna take for you to find your peace
But who am I to speak and who the fuck are you to listen?
Fell inside the well the same well where I was wishin'
That wish is gone up with the wind
The wind where I been pissin'
These darker thoughts are comin' from the liquor I been sippin'
Slippin' into a different form of consciousness
Where do you draw the line reciting rhymes and talkin' shit
For some rappers yo that line gets blurred
Blowing up off a song they didn't write one word
Yea
This here's the Hip-Hop apocalypse
I love the shit like Skinner loves Mrs. Krabappel's tits
This here is the Hip-Hop apocalypse
I love the shit like Skinner loves Mrs. Krabappel's tits
Well educated but we still get hella faded
Anticipating greatness in the stables at the races
Pulling out the cables gonna keep your brain stable
Politicians telling fables as they steal food from the table
Well educated but we still get hella faded
Anticipating greatness in the stables at the races
Pulling out the cables gonna keep your brain stable
Politicians telling fables as they steal food from the table
People actin' weirder ever since I started rappin'
Don't mistake this as a gimmick man this right here is my passion
Things been going very well for me so thanks for asking
Dreams of being up on stage a thousand cameras flashing
Yo he's back up in the lab again
Galahad ingesting and
Music be the medicine
I'm tryna be a better man
This rap life can bring a lot of stress
Spittin' verses to get this shit up off my chest
I wanna quit sometimes I guess
Maybe I'm not perfect but I try my best
Everybody's rapping the same way
I came to change the game so you all better make way
This here's the Hip-Hop apocalypse
I love the shit like Skinner loves Mrs. Krabappel's tits
This here is the Hip-Hop apocalypse
I love the shit like Skinner loves Mrs. Krabappel's tits
Well educated but we still get hella faded
Anticipating greatness in the stables at the races
Pulling out the cables gonna keep your brain stable
Politicians telling fables as they steal food from the table
Well educated but we still get hella faded
Anticipating greatness in the stables at the races
Pulling out the cables gonna keep your brain stable
Politicians telling fables as they steal food from the table

Written by:
Aaron Toohey

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