2pacalypse Now

[AJtheOne]

Man...I gotta stress to yall how SERIOUS the muthafukkin music was that year alone. Bruh, cats like Pac, Cube, PE was speakin the gospel to US, he was one of US. ALLLLLL the shyt we was growin up in. The music was hittin our souls, male and female. The music was in the MAINSTREAM. Muthafukkaz LOVED Pac in the Bay. Before the trial, East n West stan wars, before Death Row n Suge. Muthafukkaz came to school with signed 2Pacalypse now tapes and t shirts from the video shoot. Had local kids all up in the Brenda's Got A Baby video. ALL the singles from this album got CONSTANT, all day radio play.

The music was so powerful at the time and how the youth was feelin....Potnas gettin killed in junior high, police, shyt, just tryna make it to the muthafukkin 9th grade Violent, Soulja's Story, Words Of Wisdom....


Trapped, Brenda's Got A Baby, When My Homies Call......

"Sayin that we cousins, knowin that we wasn't"



POWERFUL music breh. Why some of us black folk ride so hard for the 90's on this site bruh

Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee
We been coochie-coo all through school, you and me, G
Back in the days we played practical jokes on
Everybody smoked with they locs and they yokes on
All through high school, girls by the dozens
Saying we cousins, knowing that we wasn't
But like the old saying goes
Times goes on, and everybody grows
Grew apart, had to part, went our own ways
You chose the dope game, my microphone pays
In many ways we were paid in the old days
So far away from the crazies with AK's
And though I been around clowning with the Underground
I'm still down with my homies from the hometown
And if you need, need anything at all
I drop it all for y'all, if my homies call




It's a shame, you chose the dope game
Now you slang 'caine on the streets with no name
It was plain that your aim was mo' 'caine
You got game now you run with no shame
I chose rapping tracks to make stacks
In fact I travel the map with raps that spray cats
But now I don't wanna down my homie
No matter how low you go, you're not lowly
And I, hear that you made a few enemies
But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call
If you need my assistance, there'll be no resistance
I'll be there in an instant
Who am I to judge another brother, only on his cover
I'd be no different than the other
H-to-the-O-to-the-M-to-the-I-to-the-E
I'm down to the E-N-D
Cause it's a fall in no time at all
I'm down for y'all, when my homies call
Word, if my homies call




Well, it's ninety-one and I'm living kinda swell now
But I hear that you're going through some hell, pal
But life making records ain't easy
It ain't what I expected, it's hectic, it's sleazy
But I guess that the streets is harder
Trying to survive in the life of a young godfather
My homies is making it elsewhere
Striving, working nine to five with no health care
We both had dreams of being great
But his deferred and blurred and changed in shape
It's fate, it wasn't my choice to make
To be great, I'm giving it all it takes
Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes
I gotta take my place or fall from grace
The foolish way, the pace is quick and great
Smiling face to hide the trace of hate
But my homie would never do me wrong
That's why I wrote this song, if you ever need me, it's on
No matter who the foe they must fall
Us against them all I'm down to brawl if my homies call

 

[AJtheOne]

Something wicked this way comes



More than an advisory, I'm very quick
I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift, I'm equipped to kick
So, grab you coat 'n you hat, cause I'm prepared to clamp
Scare 'em to death and caught them motherfukkers damp
Oh shyt, 2Pacalypse is back and strapped
Attacking the packs, I'm kicking the facts for stacks to rap
And those that max, relax and let the blacks get jacks
I'm getting taxed, my packs is packed with angry blacks
I'm ready to go
I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough
Getting the hoes, bros
Pumping the flow, gangsta ho
Cause the nose knows
Check the pose, froze, when you see me close
Punks you gonna roast, host in a cloud of smoke
Choked on some potent dank smoke
Wrote, rhymes that'll bring me bank notes
Nope, I ain't the type of fella that you use though
Ki-ki-ki-kicking the funky flava
Pumping the juice with no producers
Run for cover when you hear the bass thump
One verse is all it takes
Something wicked this way come

 

[JYoung24]

Walked in the store, what's everybody staring at?
They act like they never seen a motherfukker wearing black
Following a nikka and shyt - ain't this a bytch?
All I wanted was some chips
I wanna take my business else where - but where?
Cause who in the hell cares!
About a black man with a black need
They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend
I wonder if he knows that my income
Is more than his pension, salary and then some
Your daughter is my number one fan
And your trife-ass wife wants a life with a black man
So who's the mack in fact who's the black jack?
Sit back and get fat off the fat cat
While he thinks that he's getting over
I bust a move as smooth as Casanova
And count another quick mill'
I'm getting paid for my trade but I'm still real
And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme
As strong as a fukking nine
Mail stacked up, nikkas wanna act up
Let's put the gats up and throw your blacks up
But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot
Used to come but he's done, now we run the block
To my brothers: stay strong keep your heads up
They know we fed up; but they just Don't Give a fukk


I gotta give my fukk offs
fukk you to the San Francisco Police Department
fukk you to the Marin County Sheriff's Department
fukk you to the F.B.I
fukk you to the C.I.A
fukk you to the B-U-S-H
fukk you to the Ameri-K-K-Ka
fukk you to all you redneck prejudiced motherfukkers
That wanna fukk with me, fukk y'all!
Punk gay sensitive little dikk b*stards
2Pacalypse motherfukkerin' Now
Y'all can all kiss my ass and suck my dikk
And my Uncle Tommy's balls
fukk y'all
Punks




the other dude's verse on I don't give a fukk was nice too
nikka, it ain't just the blacks
It's also a gang of motherfukkers dressed in blue slacks
They say nikkas hang in packs and they attitudes is shytty
So tell me, who's the biggest gang of nikkas in the city?
They say we nikkas like to do nikkas
So me an' a cop are just two nikkas
A street walking nikka and a beat walking nikka
With a badge, I end his future and his past
With a blast take his cash before I dash I bash his head in
Dump him at the dead end and that's just his luck
Cause a nikka like P, don't really give a fukk

One of my favorite pac song

 

[Mac Casper]

this asian kid living in Canada owns every pressing of 2pacalypse now from around the world

Does he have the other Tupac albums?

 

[Damnshow]

Violent

 

[Juggalo Fred]

Does he have the other Tupac albums?

i can't find pictures for any other of his collections besides this one above but you can read what he has here: http://www.2pac-forum.com/showthread.php?t=26442

he owns like everything...dude must have no social life outside of collecting 2pac stuff but i am a bit jealous

 

[Yehuda]

Brehs fukk what anyone else says. "Part Time Mutha" is the realest rap song ever released

That chick's verse

"Can't concentrate, I contemplate in my classroom
Thinking how my step dad raped me in the bathroom
Everyday I make class and yet I'm missing periods
The thought of pregnancy is in my head and now I'm fearing it
I gotta tell mom before she sees me
I told her how he treated me and she didn't believe me
Calling me a slut cause my butt's kinda big so
Still that ain't no way to be talking to your kids, though
I can't believe the way he caught her
Got her believing him and dissing her own daughter
Time for me to break and find another
That's when I discovered
The ways of the days of a part time mutha"

 

[The Black Sheep]

Words of Wisdom is just

Me Against The World, Killuminati & 2pacalypse Now are his goat albums.

All Eyez On Me is completely trash compared to them besides a few songs (Only God Can Judge Me & I Ain't Mad at Cha).

 

[AJtheOne]

Words of Wisdom is just

Me Against The World, Killuminati & 2pacalypse Now are his goat albums.

All Eyez On Me is completely trash compared to them besides a few songs (Only God Can Judge Me & I Ain't Mad at Cha).

all on eyez on me is not trash

 

[The Black Sheep]

all on eyez on me is not trash

Compared to MAGTW, Killuminati and 2pacalypse...yes it is

 

[AJtheOne]

Compared to MAGTW, Killuminati and 2pacalypse...yes it is

I love AEOM

 

[AJtheOne]

They just can't stand the reign, or the occasional pain
From a man like me, who goes against the grain
Sometimes I do it in vain
So with a little bass and treble
Hey mister, it's time for me to explain that I'm the rebel
Cold as the devil
Straight from the underground, the rebel, a lower level
They came to see the maniac psychopath
The critics heard of me, and the aftermath
I don't give a damn and it shows
And when I do a stage show I wear street clothes
So they all know me
The lyrical lunatic, the maniac MC
I give a shout out to your homies
And maybe then, the critics'll leave your boy alone, G
On the streets or on TV
It just don't pay to be, a truth tellin' MC
They won't be happy 'til I'm banned
The most dangerous weapon: an educated black man
So point blank in your face
Pump up the bass, and join the human race
I throw peace to the bay
Cause from the jungle to Oaktown, they backin' me up all the way
You know you gotta love the sound
It's from the rebel - the rebel of the underground

 

[AJtheOne]

They just can't stand the reign, or the occasional pain
From a man like me, who goes against the grain
Sometimes I do it in vain
So with a little bass and treble
Hey mister, it's time for me to explain that I'm the rebel
Cold as the devil
Straight from the underground, the rebel, a lower level
They came to see the maniac psychopath
The critics heard of me, and the aftermath
I don't give a damn and it shows
And when I do a stage show I wear street clothes
So they all know me
The lyrical lunatic, the maniac MC
I give a shout out to your homies
And maybe then, the critics'll leave your boy alone, G
On the streets or on TV
It just don't pay to be, a truth tellin' MC
They won't be happy 'til I'm banned
The most dangerous weapon: an educated black man
So point blank in your face
Pump up the bass, and join the human race
I throw peace to the bay
Cause from the jungle to Oaktown, they backin' me up all the way
You know you gotta love the sound
It's from the rebel - the rebel of the underground

Now I'm face to face with the devils
Cause they breedin' more rebels than the whole damn ghetto
And police brutality
shyt, it put you in the nip and call it technicality
So you reap what you sow
So reap the wrath of the rebel, jackin' 'em up once mo'
Now the fox is in the henhouse
Creepin' up on your daughter while you sleep I got her sneakin' out
2Pac ain't nothin' nice, I'll be nothin' how I wanna
And doin' what I'm gonna
Now I'm up to no good
The mastermind of mischief movin' more than most could
So sit and slip into the sound
Peep the rebel - the rebel of the underground



They say they hate me, they wanna hold me down
I guess they scared of the rebel - the rebel of the underground
But I never let it get me
I just make another record 'bout the punks tryin' to sweat me
In fact, they tryin' to keep me out
Try to censor what I say
Cause they don't like what I'm talkin' 'bout
So what's wrong with the media today
Got brothers sellin' out cause they greedy to get paid
But me, I'm comin' from the soul
And if it don't go gold, my story still gettin' told
And that way they can't stop me
And if it sells a couple of copies, the punks'll try to copy
It's sloppy, don't even try to
I'm a slave to the rhythm, and I'm about to fly through
So, yo, to the people in the ghetto
When ya hear the bass flow, go ahead and let go
Now everybody wanna gangbang
They talkin' street slang, but the punks still can't hang
They makin' records 'bout violence
But when it comes to the real, some brothers go silent
It kinda make you wanna think about
That ya gotta do some sellin' out, just to get your record out
But 2Pacalypse is straight down
So feel the wrath of the rebel - the rebel of the underground

 

[ThatTruth777]

The unreleased stuff was good too like:
tears of a clown
panther power
days of a criminal
cause I had to
resist the temptation
what u won't do 4 love
don't call me, bytch
dopefiend's diner

those songs have a familiar sound to this album

I always liked the intro, its like this is the beginning not of the album but of it all

 

[AJtheOne]

The unreleased stuff was good too like:
tears of a clown
panther power
days of a criminal
cause I had to
resist the temptation
what u won't do 4 love
don't call me, bytch
dopefiend's diner

those songs have a familiar sound to this album

I always liked the intro, its like this is the beginning not of the album but of it all

I love these 2 tracks