Intro:
Yeah, I was looking
out my window
when i heard this
sound
look up into the
sky
saw the moon turned
to blood
looked at my little
brother
said, "you high
as hell maaan"
Chorus:
Apocalypse..
1,2 the headlines
youths just rolled through
Apocalypse..
3,4 solder, 100
horsemen at your door
Apocalypse..
5,6 you wanted
dead or alive, hit or miss
We we y'all, yeah,
we we y'all
Verse One:
Arrival of the
Carnival
New beats, I never
recycle
While your looking
for samples
You might get
trampled
Surprise, hey
I'm back with
lightning and thunder
I heard you over
saying that i was a one year wonder
You dumb or some,
i went to refugees
Silly felony,
when i'm done
Collect royalty
from record company's
Clouds getting
darker
Suns getting nearer
I'll turn a atheist
into a god fearing believer
The back of a
building
Your body's found
by children
Playin' hide go
seek
All we found was
his skeleton
In the back of
a car
You spawned with
the wrong guard
You know my empire
strikes back hard
Listen hard, war
This is the day
after action
Projects, cannons
Being launched
at the palace
Vision, revelation
Sky know apocalypse
Enemy pilots kamikaze
into the abyss
Chorus:
Apocalypse..
1,2 the headlines
youths just rolled through
Apocalypse..
3,4 solder, 100
horsemen at your door
Apocalypse..
5,6 you wanted
dead or alive, hit or miss
We we y'all, yeah,
we we y'all, yeah, we we y'all
Verse Two:
Aiyyo, Back on
earth
The party is in
the tunnel
On the west side
of the river
Went mad quiver
Rats get fed to
the alligator
Gun blast equivalent
to the bombs in pearl harbor Rescue choppers broke the turn to hiroshima
I'm driving to
jersey to escape the terror
I was on the highway
pushing a black viper
A car pulls up,
is he a jack or a sniper (sniper)
A blue range rover,
he says pull over
I didn't know
he was a DT undercover
I screamed out
my lungs
This is discrimination!
He tried, he said
you just robbed a gas station
Who me? not me!
it couldn't be
I was in the Grammys
with Brandy
Didn't you see
me on tv?
Bullshit, yall
all in the same game
He tried to run
me off the road
Like he was rosco,
rico or dre
I stayed calm,
gave him a hell of a show
Cause when its
time to go
All i gotta press
is turbo
Heard it on his
walkie, road block on 280 west
Things got serious,
that's when i bust a left
U-Turn, my eyes
burned
My concern was
a truck coming
Head on collision
within a chase position
Close one, i almost
went up in a blaze
Running from what
appears to be a masquerade
Least that what
i thought, it was all in my mind
Reality stuck
when i got to the borderline
The headline reads
every ghettos sad story
A rookie shoots
a boy over mistaken identity...
(crash)
Chorus repeat (2X)
© Wyclef Jean 1997 Extrait de l'album "The Carnival"