[Verse 1: Sabac]

I first started to write at the age of twelve

My first verse was like a cursed page of rage and hell

I felt caged in jail, my skin beige and pale

Back then emcees like me, we was made to fail

But I stay prevailed, tell these crazy tales

But they the truth, even still, homie, these days ain't swell

I wanted sunshine but got rain and hail

But fuck it, I stay rugged, dog, my pain is real

I come from poverty, my life where the streets is a part of me

It's hard to see the odyssey through the lives of the oddities

Honestly, I'm about music, sex, money, and revolution

You call it contradiction, I call it an evolution

There's prisons being made, there's women being raped

There's surveillance in my hood, when I speak I'm being taped

I make riot music, start fire music

Mosh pit at rap shows, get high and lose it

[Chorus: Sabac & Necro]

The world goes 'round and 'round, ain't no stopping it

Welcome to the days of Sabacolypse

The world goes 'round and 'round, I'm on top of it

These are the times of Sabacolypse

The world goes 'round and 'round, ain't no stopping it

Welcome to the days of Sabacolypse

The world goes 'round and 'round, I'm on top of it

These are the times of Sabacolypse (Sabacolypse!)

[Verse 2: Sabac]

Sometimes I'm my worst enemy, I refuse to be friends with me

Clinically depressed, wishing this could be the end of me

Zoning out, staring into space, seeing Hindus and snakes

Cut off the head, suck the blood, give you a taste

I'm sick like that, cussing often, insane, man

My personality is Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man

Compulsive schizophrenic, this veteran's explosive

Walking time bomb, take my medicine in doses

Went from Speed to Prozac, fatigues to throwbacks

Weed to ki's, but y'all don't need to know that

Was told that I died and came back to life

Cracks and dice, smacks and ice, gats and knives

I live the bastard life, man, I sacrifice

I'd be happy with some kids and an attractive wife

Few million tucked away in a stash, straight cash

Secret rooms in my pad so I could escape fast from this

[Chorus: Sabac & Necro]

World that goes 'round and 'round, ain't no stopping it

Welcome to the days of Sabacolypse

The world goes 'round and 'round, I'm on top of it

These are the times of Sabacolypse

The world goes 'round and 'round, ain't no stopping it

Welcome to the days of Sabacolypse

The world goes 'round and 'round, I'm on top of it

These are the times of Sabacolypse (Sabacolypse!)

[Verse 3: Sabac]

I'm a mess, depressed, lately, I've been feeling rotten

Putting cancer to my lips while I'm inhalin' toxins

It's gotten to the point I'm contemplating my death

I'm like running from myself or escaping the feds

I'm in the bed, pen and pad, porn flicks and beats

Gaining weight rapidly like some sick disease

Please give me some drugs (What?), or give me some love (What?)

Or give me something that's gonna give me a rush

I need a buzz before I decide to squeeze and bust

Have someone come home, only to see the blood (Ahh!)

Stains on my walls from my brains and my balls

Most likely from my brains, I'm feeling dangerous, y'all

I need to slide out this funk (uh), slide from the dumps (Yeah)

And take it back to the streets so I could ride on you punks

I'm hard-headed so forget it, man, expect to see me

For now I choose to live, dog, death's too easy

[Chorus: Sabac & Necro]

The world goes 'round and 'round, ain't no stopping it

Welcome to the days of Sabacolypse

The world goes 'round and 'round, I'm on top of it

These are the times of Sabacolypse

The world goes 'round and 'round, ain't no stopping it

Welcome to the days of Sabacolypse

The world goes 'round and 'round, I'm on top of it

These are the times of Sabacolypse (Sabacolypse!)

[Outro: Necro]

Sabacolypse!