Burning are the skies, blinding is sun, the Evil work is being done The sea turned red, the land is warm - see the omens of the final storm Biting wind
you Close up to Me and watch My soulless eyes Burning red as blood on ice Let's burn the heavens, let's cross the Styx Disciples of the Apocalypse The
Preklad: Nenávidieť. Apokalypsa.
Preklad: Nenávidieť. Vlkolak Apokalypsa.
Preklad: Projekt nenávisti Mcmxcix. Učeníci z Apokalypsy.
're born, massive suicide Vicious game of fear, it's all extermination now Poison in your veins, global genocide Slaughter governs law, the apocalypse
"In the year 1982 a music was created. It was given the title: Gangsta Rap It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and feared By the establishment
Retain Anderson/Squire My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love. It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above. I crucified my hate
don't understand 'Cause it seems like madness to me A bomb in Wardour Street, hate bomb Hate bomb, hate bomb, hate bomb A Phillistine nation, of degredation And hate
, uhh We be on that paper like ink on that paper, uhh [Royce Da 5'9"] You can call it the quickest winter, the unstoppable summer The opposite of the apocalypse
"they got me so uptight" --> unknown singer [chorus 1: hell razah] We form the ghetto government You either hate us or you lovin it Ghetto
Like a twister, the riddler, picture my moment Filling scriptures with my niggaz I pour the liquor on my own, trick! Bullshit, until the apocalypse hit
a condom on your daughter on the floor in the projects Homeboy I make more than a promise {"Put some money on it"} I know the amount of hate that my
down Over this basic gay shit erase it face it Wake this hatred and make this place get ape shit No kinda way you stoppin this (Chaa) Flow gotta make apocalypse
the cursed seed Foes better check they approach me the first G R-Y-M, you know the name I'm hated by the beats like the Feds hate Saddam Hussein Positive
's the end of it That's why it's so easy to be a Benedict Or imitate 'cuz they wouldn't teach ya Algebra When you was eight Now you fornicate and you hate
lights are flashin' And my hearts-a-thumpin' and I feel the passion And the world is right there waiting at my finger tips Disco, disco, disco apocalypse
alignment of the solar system Have you forgotten about the days when We just wanted to rock, 'cause we like it that way, and No more hate, no more lies
