2012
(DJ Mockstar)

Thunder claps the sky rips open
The trumpet sounds as the first seal is opened
It's 2012, the four horsemen comin'
Elected officials turnin' their backs and start runnin'

The First horse to ride will be pestilence disease
Takin' out the poor, tired, sick and the weak
Leavin' room for War to corrupt with ease
All of those that are left fightin' off the disease

Unleashed from heaven the third horse will be famine
Drought takin' the crops, prices too high to manage
Kill off the destitute first so they can't damage
The wrath of the gods of good and evil's revenge

And on a pale horse will ride the spirit of death
Like a vulture, he will feed upon all that is left
And for those who ask him for his mercy and rest
His cold touch will take your spirit to valley of death

The plague is spreadin' yo it can't be stopped
And I'm preachin' the word in the these beats that I drop
This kinda greed is takin' root in everything
Grab a hold of corporations like a killing machine

It's all for the profit, it's all for the dollar
Catchin' people by the toe and don't care if they holler
They got the working man straight up cashed the fuck out
I'm lookin' at war seeing what it's about

Take the globe cut it into pieces
Pit a nation against another until the profit increases
Make them all take sides, release the dogs of war
If you rich you ain't fightin', since we've got the poor

The wealthy don't enlist, they just footing the bills
Think about how many ivy leaguers are Navy Seals?
How many senator's sons are in the special forces?
We ain't finished that's only two of four horses

Too many mouths, not enough to eat
You got kids starvin' to death out in the street
Not in some third world nation on a TV show
This shit's happenin' right here, downtown ya know?

There's overpopulation and there's malnutrition
We can't feed our people but yo, we got the ammunition
To start another battle just for profit and greed
Economy's a bust? It's a war that you need

A planet with no future? Yea, that's us right there
Only the stench of death and mistrust in the air
Everything is done for the holy dollar sign
While we marchin' off the cliff in a single file line

How many millions did that CEO make today?
How many people are diggin' their own graves today?
Time has run out now, yo, it's sudden death
We bled out everything we had, now there's nothing left.