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Coolzey, MC Frontalot & Mega Ran

Apocalypse Bards

37

On Tour

Hip-Hop/Rap

Apocalypse Bards was released on November 6, 2020 by Public School Records as a part of the album Apocalypse Bards - Single

Song Details

AlbumApocalypse Bards - Single

Release DateNovember 6, 2020

LabelPublic School Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM96

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Coolzey

Performer

Mega Ran

Performer

Zachary Eli Lint

Zachary Eli Lint

Sampler, Guitar

Damian Hess

Rap

Raheem Jameel Jarbo

Raheem Jameel Jarbo

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Zachary Eli Lint

Zachary Eli Lint

Songwriter

Damian Hess

Songwriter

Raheem Jameel Jarbo

Raheem Jameel Jarbo

Songwriter, Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Andrew Kilgour

Mixing Engineer

Todd Rittman

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Those glory days when the world was almost

But not quite destroyed yet

Oh yes, the before times.

I remember the prophets, aloft signs, holding the presage

up in the air that the end’s nigh.

Now we’re headlining piles of smoldering wreckage.

I guess we expected it, life was too good to be true:

plenty of food, selling CDs and iTunes,

performing for humans instead of for mutant survivors.

Most of the wasteland’s certainly stupid and violent.

Not you fine folks, of course,

tastemakers of the post-apocalypse. Poke at the corpse

of a venue, a wandering bard will emerge,

trade you for a battery charge or a laundry deterg,

any potable water you got.

If you’re weighing whether you ought to or not,

consider that the previous encampment demanded

late show added, all standing.

Ran and I earn renown across the trashscape:

Best rappers who can’t remember when they last bathed,

bringing fine rhymes thick with descriptions

of those in the know in the past and their vicious predictions.

Come get some nostalgia here.

At the end of the world, hark back: yesteryears.

Those glory days when the world was almost

But not quite destroyed yet

I remember it well,

The joy of being an indie rapper

Prior to our descent into hell

Back when entertainment held some kinda value

before consumers found they could make it by without you

When we all would hug total strangers, and gather in public

Now I’m crouched under my office desk rapping with puppets

I think back to 2020 when it all began

When the dude with the tiny hands, launched his faulty plan

To get re-elected, till at the moment when we least expected

Kanye West went Phoenix Wright, and he objected

They told him go through the proper channels and he neglected

Then he summoned the murder hornets, so now we infected

It was crazy, he almost beat Biden on write-ins

Then there was this huge flash of lightning

I was working on a track, about to tell the story,

Then the aliens attacked

And it was hella gory

And the only place intact

Was Minneapolis

And this extension level event was the catalyst

We disbanded the cabinet and it was fabulous

Except for the fact that rap music is now... gone?

I guess I laugh to keep from weeping

Or grieving, or binge eating, or skipping on zoom meetings

Now Front and I like travel from the west to the east

Just hoping to make rent telling stories like these.

Those glory days when the world was almost

But not quite destroyed yet

Written by: Damian Hess, Raheem Jameel Jarbo, Zachary Eli Lint

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