Apocalypse ft. Mack5hine Lyrics

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 magic 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

I tell you

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 fucking 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

Ha