Apocalypse Now Songtext / Lyric

[Intro: KM.G whispering]

This year is to drop, ten years of calm

What we strived, to innovate it, you know what I'm sayin?






[Verse 1: KM.G]

Four scores and seven years ago

The homies that I know figured out, how we can get paid of that gangster flow

True in that... breakin' the whores with that Rap shit

Fuck that jack shit, benefittin' nothin'

Givin' the world a little somethin'

My comrades on the block still duckin'

Pumpin' the junkies with that Killa Cali'

Flippin' a quater to a half, see

Burps was the word, they kicked that attitude into the industry

I never knew that my Cap was old Chavy

I only have fates, and two are my players, Mr. 187Um or Mr. Glock K-Oss

Were all you niggaz hear our shit?

Then other fools came benefit it

Believin' in the managers but they were just strangers

Didn't let us know about the paper workin' danger

Rules in the land of shiesty, hookers they came fiesty

People said... we was on the winnin' team

Peelin' the grip, and it wasn't just a pipe dream

And we still chill blowin' that hell of steam

So you know shake the spot, because it ain't right be chillin'

Where them hookers and panties be droppin'

Got a letter in the mail said the west wasn't true

Sold a million records, so thank you

Player hatin, on while we still innovatin, pushin' records across the nation

So apocalypse with a pack of the clips

Here we got a beef, so I think you better worry



[Break]



[Verse 2: Cold 187Um]

Now, I'm a free their minds, and free their souls

It ain't nothin' but the bomb shit comin' on sole

Y'all, a little somethin' for them player haters

Who think they got flavor like Nam' Laters

They'll get popped, mobbed, dropped

Spit out, it's kind of hard to speak

With the tech all in their your mouths

We do them just like the old days

They got beef with the crew, they got it raised, to get sprayed

It's like that all day, always

I'll be true to this shit 'til my grave

Yeah, Gangster Rap made America checked her neck

Yo, when change the whole contexts

Because, I went from dope dealin' to makin' millions legal

Only me and Meegos, yeah, in ten years in makin' notes

Still got the same Limo, and got the same Benzo

Keep it funky at the gangster bate

G'd up, put it down with the gang fate

Yeah, it like my mamma used to say:

If you go in like that, you'll go out the same way

That's why I always be myself

Cause I get no respect, tryin' to be somebody else

And that's realer than the realist homies I know

You might as well patch your face right, rap at the Sight Show

Or be a $10 whore, cause there ain't no level allow you just might go

Don't come around, I'm a clown

Cause I got more macks than Dann, when I get down