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End of the World lyrics

Here are the modified lyrics to my last Crossover track, if anyone is interested in such things:

Yeah man that’s great, 

Let’s start with an earthquake

Let’s start with an earthquake

Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn,

world sub its own needs, dummy sub your own needs.

Feed it off an aux speak, tell em get bent, grunt, (grrrrr) but no strength

Boom when the ladder starts to clatter 

With the fear fight, down height, wire in a fire, 

Representing seven games 

A government for hire and a combat site (alright).  

Left of west and coming in a hurry

Scurry, breathing down your neck with the fury

Reporters baffled (wha?) I don’t mind them.

(Look at that low playing!) Hah, well fine, then.

Uh oh, overflow, population grows, 

You’re spittin’ common food, but it’ll have to do.

Save yourself, serve yourself. Listen to your heart bleed with the rapture, the revered and the right.

You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light?

But I’m feeling pretty psyched.  

It’s the end of the world as we know it.

It’s the end of the world as we know it. 

It’s the end of the world as we know it 

And I feel fine. 

Six o’clock - TV hour. Don’t you get yourself caught in a tower. 

Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn.

Locking in, uniforming, book burning, blood letting.

Every motive brings escalation. Automotives bring incineration.

Light a candle, light a votive. Light up a spliff like seh yu need a motive

Step up step up, step down, down. Watch your heel crush that ground.

I’m a no fear cavalier. Renegade steer clear! 

A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies.

Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline.  

It’s the end of the world as we know it.

It’s the end of the world as we know it. 

It’s the end of the world as we know it 

And I feel fine.

Right right, I was gonna do the last verse but… I dunno

Fuck it.

Unu haffi come true, watch it when i rock mah flows

don’t bother looking up how the story goes

i knows it, and i tell you how the story close

call me jack the ripper, straight murda prose

Take it higha, liffin’ it up like messiah

Put mi in the RAF, I spit fire

I an’ I have a piece of the sky,

an i’m bringing down commandments from up on high - rastafari!

Exodus, mothafuckas can’t mess with us

If you’re runnin’ then you’re runnin’ with the best of us

But if your not, then you’re in the stampede

crushed under my heel while I’m running at full speed

Proceed with caution, burn like an ember

I don’t GG don’t  know surrender

Mr. Saint, I’m cold like December, 

Doin’ tracks by R.E.M so remember

It’s the end of the world as we know it.

It’s the end of the world as we know it. 

It’s the end of the world as we know it 

And I feel fine.