It's nasty and wretched, and hella bloody But it's gotta get done, and somebody's gotta do it I kick the fuckin' face in, and put my knife through it [
to shoot it, but the fuckin Rip off, it got stuck. I said fuck it, and i threw the spear up into the sky, as fuckin hard as i could, threw it into
the dark at the mirror The witch told me my girlfriend was a demon, and all this fallin' in love shit, I'm dreamin' and it's pain to the angels if I don
now ohh. Whoah now, oh now, oh now. Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it, Bring it, bring it, bring it, Bring it, bring it, bring it, Bring it, bring
but now I made it through it This Kansas City I'ma show you how we do it It's alive, it's alive It's alive, it's alive Been in the dark a minute but
reject them demons and get them all off our soil and when the smoke clears in your retina who cleaned it up you gosta give it up to shlegna the black
if it's the evil in me *cha cha cha cha* I don't know if it's the demon in me *cha cha cha cha* I don't know if it's an angel in the night telling me
day Why he had returned after he had went away The Angels, they will pray - they feel the pain inside July the 8th, it was the date the Angel's cried...
the Dirty South, Miami Mayne All my niggaz in the A-T-L throwin' dem bones All them thugs that send slugs through your clothes, holla at me It's for the black
I love chrome and paint Lookin' for some motherfuckin' corners to bank West coast what the fuck you thank? Everybody here off weed and drank (Everybody
moves out the neighborhood and shit But you still ain't shit When you first start rhymin' It started off slow and then you start climbin' But it wasn
x3) So now hes standing in the Dole queue This girl with the face of an angel Sees hes looking down but she has a way to sustain all It comes in a powder
In the temple of love, hear my name And the devil in a black dress watches over My guardian angel walks away Life is short and love is always over in the morning Black
talkin? about black guys Talkin? about how young black guys are targeted Targeted by who? America You see 1 in every 100 Americans are locked up 1 in every 9 black
end of day we'll become the fire the burden of solitude...... ...and we are longing for the unknown where destiny is not a part of it a veil of black
angels and demons fightin' over my soul/ Lord, just give me the path through this bloodbath and it's on, Lord/ Roll all haters, out my zone when it's
went down where the vultures feed I would've got deeper but there wasn't any need I heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men And it wasn't
Black Angels laughing in the city streets Street toys scream in pain and clench their teeth The moonlight spotlights all the city's crime And got no religion