Oh come on, lay your halo down Well angels, lay your arms around Now every city's seen the setting sun Call 'em kicks, you know they just begun So come
Come on, lay your halo down Well, angels, lay your arms around Oh every city's seen the setting sun Call 'em kicks, you know they just begun So come on
To dominate and to kill A glistening murder machine False majesty standing perfectly still A blitzkrieg raining down evil On a mountain of black ice
to that? You see a lot of people don't realize that you know Rock n' Roll is truly black music, it was created by Chuck Berry, Little Richard, an' black
Gang Pusha (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble) But you found it muthafucker Yes All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses shoveling that devil?s angel
ll I don't really give a f-ck about it at all cause the same people that tried to black ball me forgot about 2 things, my black balls Uh, I let you
in the rainbow, my veins starts trembling Mystery sadness, thousands of faces Brings me the tail, why the black moon rising Lock the doors, try to remain higher than mountains
Lu', gon' come through, and do this here for Screw zoo I'm a Texas boy, eating barbecue, and sippin' on red Mountain Dew {Lone Star ranger, sittin' on
Spread your wings Flying over frozen mountains Crystal rivers and geizer fountains ???? Deserts, cactus, and tumbleweed Float with the breeze and cross
" in '04 But I grew up around Impala's and drug lords Welcome to Los Angeles, palm trees and drug stores All we know is rocks and presidents like Mount
his love will be repaid They shaved her head She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo A messenger arrived with a black nightingale I seen her on the stairs
the wild places far from here We are darker angels, black lighting in our heads We are far beyond the moment too far to care Standing on the mountain
Angels fear resist nothing holds the storm Inform the grand master of Hades Storm the gates! Free from the pits of Hell Slaves emerge the mountain
you call serious rappin' The serial scratcher Murder materialism ratchet, fearing the blackness Til your soul drift in where you passing I gotta be a thug angel, smoking angel
, he came upon an angel The angel said, "Hey you, you're gonna be a spiritual man!" Instrumental Break Last night I saw a man walkin' toward a club in Harlem He had a black
tension mounts On with the body count Yo, Beatmaster V Take these muthafuckas to South Central Ha ha, yeah, fuck that I hear it every night Another gunfight The tension mounts
The ravens return to the hills And the Millennium black bells of eternal frost Chime to the Northern lightning Upon the mountain side I stand The floods of black
