Artist: Wyclef Jean
Album:  The Carnival
Song:   Apocalypse

Intro:

Yeah, I was looking out my window man
Then I heard this sirens
Looked up into the sky
Saw the moon turned to blood
Looked at my little brother
Said, "You high as hell maaan!"

Intro/Chorus:

Apocalypse..
One two: the headline news just broke through
Apocalypse..
Three four soldier: a hundred horsemen at your door
Apocalypse..
Five six: you're wanted dead or alive, hit or miss
Oui oui y'all, oui (repeat 4X)

Verse One:

Arrival of the Carnival, new beats, I never recycle
Why you lookin for samples you might get trampled
Surprise, hey, I'm back with lightning and thunder
I heard you oversayin I'ma one hit wonder
You done with summer winter ReFugees til infinity
When I'm done collect royalties from record companies
Clouds getting darker, suns get nearer
I turn an atheist to a God fearin believer
The back of a buildin, your body's found by children
Playin hide go seek, what we found was your skeleton
In the back of a car, you spar with the wrong cards
You know my Empire Strikes Back hard
Missiles launch, war!  It's the day after ashes
Project cannons being launched at the palace
Vision revelation, sky wrote apocalypse
Enemy pilots kamikaze into the abyss, pow!

Chorus

Verse Two:

Hey yo, back on Earth, the party's at the Tunnel
on the West side of the river, what man quiver
Rats get fed to the alligator
Gun blast equivalent to the bombs in Pearl Harbor
Rescue choppers, Brooklyn turned to Hiroshima
I'm drivin to Jersey to escape the terror
I was on a highway pushin a black Viper
A car pulls up, is he a jack or a sniper
A blue Range Rover, he says pull over
I didn't know he was a DT undercover
I screamed out my lungs, 'This is discrimination!
What's the charge?'  He said, 'You just robbed a gas station'
'Who me?  Not me!  It couldn't be, I was at the Grammy's
with Brandy, didn't you see me, on TV?'
'Bullshit, y'all in the same gang'
He tried to run me off the road, like he was Roscoe Pe-col-trane
I stayed calm, gave him a hell of a show
Cause if it's ever time to go, all I gotta press is turbo
Heard him on his walkie, road block on 280 West
Things got serious, that's when I bust a left
U-Turn, my tires burn, my concern, was the truck
comin head-on collision within a second chase position
Close one, I almost went up in a blaze
Runnin from what appeared to be a masquerade
At least that's what I thought, it was all in my mind
Reality stuck when I got to the borderline
The headline reads every ghetto sad story
'A Rookie Shoots A Boy Over Mistaken Identity' Pow!

Apocalypse...
Oui oui y'all, oui (repeat 4X)

Chorus

The Carnival, nobody's protected
Anything can happen... aight?