[Intro: Dan Reynolds]
I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals
I'm breaking in, shaping up, and checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!
[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
Man down, where you from?
- Who you know! Where you from, my -?
Where your grandma stay, huh, my -?
This m.A.A.d city I run, my -
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane
This is not a rap on how I'm slingin' crack or move cocaine
This some cul-de-sac, plenty Cognac, or major brain
This no drill sergeant, no stress that weighin' on your brain
It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan
Lucky ride down Rosecrans
Ugly, wavin' yo' hand out the window – check yourself!
Uh, Warriors and Conans
'Phorias can slow dance
'Ciety, society, first one to get killed
See light-skinned homies with his brain blown out
At the same burger stand the homies hang out
Now this is not a tape recorder sayin' that he did it
But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different - Hey!
Back when I was nine, Joey packed the nine
Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime
Pack a van with four guns at a time
With the sliding door, what is up?
What you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up? Tell me, punk
Pickin' up the - uh - pump, pickin' off you suckers
Suck a - what - die, sucker punch
W of bullets comin' from
AK's, AR's, "Ayy, y'all, duck!"
That's what Momma said when we was eatin' the free lunch
Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose
You killed my cousin back in '94, buck yo' truce!
Now crawl your head in that noose
You wind up dead on the news
Ain't no peace treaty, pieces BG's up to pre-approve
Bodies on top of bodies, IV's on top of IV's
Obviously, the coroner between the sheets - Hey!
You hop on that trolley - your colors correct
You're corporate - they'll be callin' your mother collect
The governor collect - our taxes, except
In traffic and traffic happens, that there ain't no threat
You movin' backwards, you suggest that you sleep with a TEC
Or call a doctor, have a doctor on speed dial, I guess
Let's get it!
I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals
I'm breaking in, shaping up, and checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!
[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
Man down, where you from?
- Who you know! Where you from, my -?
Where your grandma stay, huh, my -?
This m.A.A.d city I run, my -
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane
This is not a rap on how I'm slingin' crack or move cocaine
This some cul-de-sac, plenty Cognac, or major brain
This no drill sergeant, no stress that weighin' on your brain
It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan
Lucky ride down Rosecrans
Ugly, wavin' yo' hand out the window – check yourself!
Uh, Warriors and Conans
'Phorias can slow dance
'Ciety, society, first one to get killed
See light-skinned homies with his brain blown out
At the same burger stand the homies hang out
Now this is not a tape recorder sayin' that he did it
But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different - Hey!
Back when I was nine, Joey packed the nine
Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime
Pack a van with four guns at a time
With the sliding door, what is up?
What you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up? Tell me, punk
Pickin' up the - uh - pump, pickin' off you suckers
Suck a - what - die, sucker punch
W of bullets comin' from
AK's, AR's, "Ayy, y'all, duck!"
That's what Momma said when we was eatin' the free lunch
Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose
You killed my cousin back in '94, buck yo' truce!
Now crawl your head in that noose
You wind up dead on the news
Ain't no peace treaty, pieces BG's up to pre-approve
Bodies on top of bodies, IV's on top of IV's
Obviously, the coroner between the sheets - Hey!
You hop on that trolley - your colors correct
You're corporate - they'll be callin' your mother collect
The governor collect - our taxes, except
In traffic and traffic happens, that there ain't no threat
You movin' backwards, you suggest that you sleep with a TEC
Or call a doctor, have a doctor on speed dial, I guess
Let's get it!
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