Voices of Apocalypse - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Slaine]

The Devil here he comes, lurking in the drums

Working with the music, he's a serpent with his tongue

Snake up in the grass who's as merciless as him

I am of none, nobody else, no one

Percocets and rum, circle him and run

The lion's out his cage and the circus isn't done

It's only just begun, I'm in a dark place

There's something in my blood that's making my heart race

I think I'm goin crazy

Keep thinking people wanna grave me, body me

Probably mean, this insanity is gonna swallow me

Forget it you don't understand man you don't follow me

Some people wanna see me dead

That's why I keep a .45 under my bed

There's no sun, just rain and thunder instead

Look what this sick world has to done to my head!

Do you see what I see when you go to sleep?

Devils in your head, angels underneath the sheets

Voices of apocalypse are tangled in your speech

(There's a war!)

Ain't nobody angling for peace

The burgundy'll calm me, murdered by your mommy

Five hundred for the suction up in her dirty punani

Whole world lost their way, thirty tsunamis

Buildings knocked from the force of thirty-two armies

Apocalypse is coming, rocket ships are humming

Gangster motherfuckers who are popping clips and gunning

Crackheads rolling on you get your pocketbooks and run 'em

So are we to believe that this Jesus is coming?

The people want religion, their religion's money

It isn't funny, liquor got me sick to my tummy

Dunny, look around, don't be a dummy

Probably never see it if you don't see it from me

(If some bleed we all bleed) This curse isn't right

Because it's bad every day but it's worse in the night

It's why I stay high and I curse into mics

Cause death is the only thing certain in life

{*instrumental for 30 seconds*}