[Chorus]

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



[Sabac]

I first started to write at the age of twelve

My first verse was like a curse page raged in 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 live where the streets is a part of me

Its 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 pits at rap shows, get high and lose it



[Chorus x2]



[Sabac]

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

Clinically depressed wishing this could by 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 off the insane man

My personality is Dustin Hoffman in rainmain

Compulsive schizophrenic this veterans explosive

Walking timebomb take my medicine in doses

Went from speed to Prozac from tees to throwbacks

Weed to keys 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 live, man I sacrifice

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

Few million tucked away in a stash straight cash

Even room in my path so I could escape fast from this



[Chorus x2]



I'm a mass depressed, lately I've 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 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, or give me some love

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

Stains on my walls from my brains to my balls

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

I need to slide out of this funk, slide from the dumps

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

I'm hardheaded so forget it man expect to see me

For now I choose to live dog that's too easy



[Chorus x2]