the crown but can't handle it This rap game's getting scandalous I done lost my best friend in Los Angeles My other nigga turned Evangelist But I can'
died World painted blood, no sanctuary World painted blood, no sanctuary God send death, watch it bleed, justified Manufactured lives born in hell Angels
get touched, niggaz get rushed Watch em transform into animal form, wicked Hell-born Lord of the Flies, cry and ya die Mechanama come masses soul snatcher, fallen angel
Wayne not to bother Weez!" Shawty won't be on my team, she could cheerlead.. Shit, I go, Wayne go, Ice on a white T I make a snow angel Y'all niggas squares
us an angel, help us out S.O.S, help us out Looks like we ain't gon' figure it out Lord, come down and help us out Send us an angel, help us out S.O
Ten to zero, mushroom cloud Little angel, I've been too good Ditch the halo, for a while Dress to kill, I'll be causing Mass destruction, so shield your
Mccormack and richard tauber are sitting by the bed There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head There's devils on each side of
distant Fresher than an infant [Talib Kweli] Black, my family thick, like they're striped molasses Star, on the rise, in the eyes of the masses Black
I wake up and I don't know where I am I wake up and I don't know where I am I wake up and I An angel from the lost, spite headband, marked dead man Innermost
heads get their feathers all ruffled up Put the potato on the pound sound muffled up We can get it on like Samoans and Tongans Or we can get to war like the angels
out this style that I've Soul simulated, sounds from a stocky Semi social, never seem sloppy See silly slappin' suckers, sorry saps and slouchers Straps slammin' stouch, mackin' this mass
On this side it get's out of it How does a prophet who loved God as his father's slippin' to get the bottomless side of it How come an angel gotta be
head A flag draped over a coffin Another soldier is dead How many victims have fallen? How many more have to die? People dying in masses Angel of Death
then my words are the candles Light it up, make a wish and them angels will grant you Impatient once tried but in those angels and bamboo They lit it
yes yes yes Touchin' down on mother earth I take mud and turn it into pottery Lottery... I give all a chance As I welcome all to the dance Angel (oh?),
Stacks on deck they ain't tell us to pay our taxes Walking around the table in the kitchen just for practice Reciting rhymes to sharpen minds, now let's deliver to the masses
went platinum Stacks on deck they ain't tell us to pay our taxes Walking around the table in the kitchen we was practicing Reciting rhymes to sharpern minds now lets deliver to the masses
down, down to the streets below Gonna sing the songs of the streets again Gonna knock me off my feet, so get ready I?ll sing a song for the fallen angels
