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Title: Apokalipz Now
Artist: Doyen D & Cocka
Label: SFDB
Year: 2001
Song Copyright: Street Legal Music

Last Modified: 28th January 2002
Transcribed by: Doyen D
Contact: QED@ukhh.com
Artist Discography

Apokalipz hype sound, Omega blew up Nike town
paranoid deejays need to put the pipe down
find out, I don't lie south, it's them crack whores
leaving middle England, fingering tax laws
back door environment decays even further
the last 12 I bought was serve tea then murder
stay flippin' burgers, MC Duke forgot riffin'
Demon Boyz split without real recognition
repetition homegrown, eat cake and elevenses
I thought we'd all grown from taking the 70's
they can't see me but soon I'll bless 'em
until then, whatever - fuck an open mic session
emcees freestyle for hours in a piss pot
can they make a decent record?...I think not
live beyond the moment, I expand your programme
I'm not feeling no one, I'm not going to no jam
I'm talking to the doleman - your in the holodeck
British bandana's do not make you Robert Beck
I'm Sweet Jones, cigarette stab in the dark
I'm plannin' sabotage dressed in camouflage.

I'm in a range rover, expecting change over
remain sober, can't maintain with my brain slower
thinking game over, clutching a flame thrower
Cocka at Daytona explained the takeover
brave souljah frontline trained for torture
2 in the same shoulder, major name enforcer
thought of as military - apple mac efficiency
undercover to infiltrate the rap industry
flew over the pressing plant, jumped out the cockpit
its midnight and they holding all our records hostage
contact HQ for further instructions...
Tripple said "we got covers, bust it and bum rush 'em"
creeped to the entrance and I shot the guard
seized the wax and flexed to the armored car
for independence 150 refugees wounded
videodrome tumor all I see is consumers
promotion, distribution, climb in the drivers seat
flesh is viral weak when my vinyl hits the streets.

Geah - fuck all of ya, New York to California
I'm not even a rapper I'm a one man genre
the formula Mr. Andromeda said your all wac
studios - ball bags, drop classics on 4 tracks
raw raps, solar snap but i'm camera shy
master spy, inspired by Kamanchi Sly
mind of an ordinary, crime story plan hatcher
don't give a fuck about a downtown bag snatcher
it is about cash, excess on your table
we don't just rap we invest in small label's
unstable economy, industry decline
Britain won't party in Europe with an invite
railstrike mentality, manners can suck a dick
fuck etiquette, get more than a stiff upper lip
stuck if you slip, nearly blew and never did
England is a bitch, everybody's so negative
let me live, I don't wanna break bread
they hate me and kill me I just don't stay dead
if music had warnings, I don't see too many clues
it's war, I choose to duel without Queensbury rules
deflate your ego like hoes expiring silicone
picture us gone - Apokalipz hell fire and brimstone.