[Intro: Sample]

I don't give a goddamn on the shows you did

How many rhymes you got or who knows you, kid

[Verse]

Marching I came, with a bad idea

City and plains, comfort the devil

See things never change without a spark, kid

Pass me the Zippo, let's get the riot started

Before this point on a [?]

The hardest you can split your mind before it snaps

Forty ounces of rap, a poor man's science

Why lie? In time, what's left of you will riot

Pinball machine, pull back and let go

Perk up your block with tags, fills, and hollow prose

In the last days, not much makes sense

Strapped to the back of a planet so hell-bent

The streets saturated in radiation

In a nation founded by Satanic Masons

So let me buy the first round of shots

And we can all hit the streets and throw shit at cops

Who you wanna be? Just another colonized casualty?

Resistance: one thing real to me

I don't accept my fate as imperial America's fifty-first state

You're dead weight if you wanna stand on the sidelines

Mind-state raising me in the hard times

Can't wait for those addicted to the old course

These be battle anthems for the rescue of the Earth

First things first: there were no better days

Shit's been fucked up since Columbus showed his face

The master race has been a master of nothing

Except devilry, deceit and human suffering

Covering up their tracks, but I see

The black magic bloodlines of the Devil's seed

All the televisions all be talk, I ain't hearing it

I'll throw a brain-spear at the eye in the pyramid

What's worse than having no job to go to?

Having to go back to that job that chokes you

You're still broke, dude, only now you subsist

Selling your soul to a capitalist

Factory life ain't no life at all

You bake the bread, your boss eats it all

That's why I'll be the one to throw the Molotov cocktail

That ensures their Luciferian plot fails

[Vocal Samples]

"Full scale riots--"

"--fury and fierce civil strife--"

"--a war against war."

"This is where the guerrilla war began."

"--librarians lobbing grenades!"

"Ask not what your country can do for you, ask--"

"Which one of you wants to die first!?"

[Vocal Samples]

"We aren't going to be exterminated. And I don't mean to be caught, either. Tamed and fattened and bred like an ox."

"What are you gonna do?"

"We've opened the city."

[Chorus]

Apocalypse now, and forevermore

Count-down to 2012, you can't ignore

It appears at last, as we hit critical mass

Rubber bullets and tear gas

Apocalypse now, and forevermore

Count-down to 2012, you can't ignore

It appears at last, as we hit critical mass

Rubber bullets and tear gas