Apocalypse - Wyclef Jean

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?