Apocalypse (feat. Mack5hine)
This is apocalypse we are cyborgs
They are broke my neck for my shining boyz
I cry for my streets like a psycho
You say the real king is not my problem
This is apocalypse we are cyborgs
They are broke my neck for my shining boyz
I cry for my streets like a psycho
You say the real king is not my problem
My score is insane ha
I got cheese for those mice
I got the clap for those goosebumps
Like a boogeyman cuando sale la neblina
They call me magik style en la tarima
Let's smoke a paper plane
Running hard
Tranquilo que te pasa la calle mia
More money more problems more fuck decision
I have many enemies
Mientras quemo estos versos
I don't need a shotgun to destroy you
Welcome to the jamrock
Como damian marley
I walking with my opps
This is apocalypse we are cyborgs
They are broke my neck for my shining boyz
I cry for my streets like a psycho
You say the real king is not my problem
This is apocalypse we are cyborgs
They are broke my neck for my shining boyz
I cry for my streets like a psycho
You say the real king is not my problem
I'm on point moving with my eyes closed
I'll wrap these niggas up that's a blindfold
A 100 round drum is what the nine hold
Said my mama gave birth to a cyborg
Time warp I ain't supposed to be in this time zone
I'm glitching something wrong with the matrix I got the cheat code
These niggas rapping to basic I be in beast mode
You niggas looking to anxious don't make my heat blow
Look I'm from a small town but nigga got big dreams
Won't stop until
I see my fuckig face on a big screen
Remembering the nights
I was sitting in state greens now
I'm top looking down at you mini me's
Look I rather die before
I live on my knees
I'll take a thousand years in jail before I rat to the deez
I put the hood up on my back
You might get killed in the streets
The moral of the story ya niggas ain't built like me
This is apocalypse we are cyborgs
They are broke my neck for my shining boyz
I cry for my streets like a psycho
You say the real king is not my problem
This is apocalypse we are cyborgs
They are broke my neck for my shining boyz
I cry for my streets like a psycho
You say the real king is not my problem
They are broke my neck for my shining boyz
I cry for my streets like a psycho
You say the real king is not my problem
This is apocalypse we are cyborgs
They are broke my neck for my shining boyz
I cry for my streets like a psycho
You say the real king is not my problem
My score is insane ha
I got cheese for those mice
I got the clap for those goosebumps
Like a boogeyman cuando sale la neblina
They call me magik style en la tarima
Let's smoke a paper plane
Running hard
Tranquilo que te pasa la calle mia
More money more problems more fuck decision
I have many enemies
Mientras quemo estos versos
I don't need a shotgun to destroy you
Welcome to the jamrock
Como damian marley
I walking with my opps
This is apocalypse we are cyborgs
They are broke my neck for my shining boyz
I cry for my streets like a psycho
You say the real king is not my problem
This is apocalypse we are cyborgs
They are broke my neck for my shining boyz
I cry for my streets like a psycho
You say the real king is not my problem
I'm on point moving with my eyes closed
I'll wrap these niggas up that's a blindfold
A 100 round drum is what the nine hold
Said my mama gave birth to a cyborg
Time warp I ain't supposed to be in this time zone
I'm glitching something wrong with the matrix I got the cheat code
These niggas rapping to basic I be in beast mode
You niggas looking to anxious don't make my heat blow
Look I'm from a small town but nigga got big dreams
Won't stop until
I see my fuckig face on a big screen
Remembering the nights
I was sitting in state greens now
I'm top looking down at you mini me's
Look I rather die before
I live on my knees
I'll take a thousand years in jail before I rat to the deez
I put the hood up on my back
You might get killed in the streets
The moral of the story ya niggas ain't built like me
This is apocalypse we are cyborgs
They are broke my neck for my shining boyz
I cry for my streets like a psycho
You say the real king is not my problem
This is apocalypse we are cyborgs
They are broke my neck for my shining boyz
I cry for my streets like a psycho
You say the real king is not my problem
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Checa
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