Sabacolypse Songtext
von Sabac Red

I first started to write at the age of twelve
My first verse was like a curse, a page of rage of hell

I felt caged in jail, my skin beige and pale
Back then MCs like me, we was made to fail
But I stayed, prevailed and 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, a life where the streets is a part of me
And it's hard to see the odyssey through the lies and the oddities
Honestly I′m 'bout 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


The world goes ′round and 'round, ain′t no stopping it
Welcome to the days of Sebocalypse
The world goes 'round and ′round, I'm on top of it
These are the times of Sebocalypse
The world goes 'round and ′round, ain′t no stopping it
Welcome to the days of Sebocalypse
The world goes 'round and ′round, I'm on top of it
These are the times of Sebocalypse

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′s 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 keys, y'all don′t need to know that
Was told that I died and came back to life
Cracks in dice, smacks and ice, gats and knives
I live a 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 can escape fast
From this world that goes 'round and ′round, ain't no stopping it


The world goes ′round and 'round, ain′t no stopping it
Welcome to the days of Sebocalypse
The world goes 'round and 'round, I′m on top of it
These are the times of Sebocalypse
The world goes ′round and 'round, ain′t no stopping it
Welcome to the days of Sebocalypse
The world goes 'round and ′round, I'm on top of it
These are the times of Sebocalypse

I′m a messed up press lately I been feeling rotten
Putting cancer to my lips while I'm inhaling toxins
It's gotten to the point I′m contemplating my death
I′m like running from myself while 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 gon' give me a rush

I need a buzz before I decide to squeeze and bust
Have someone come home only to see the blood
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, slide in the dunks
And take it back to the streets so I can ride on you punks
I′m hard headed so forget it man, expect to see me
For now I choose to live dog, that's too easy

The world goes 'round and ′round, ain′t no stopping it
Welcome to the days of Sebocalypse
The world goes 'round and ′round, I'm on top of it
These are the times of Sebocalypse
The world goes ′round and 'round, ain′t no stopping it
Welcome to the days of Sebocalypse
The world goes 'round and 'round, I′m on top of it
These are the times of Sebocalypse