Angelic

[Verse 1: Co$$]

For real

Chill

It all started with the wheel

Till the wheel’s fall off

But the beats keep droppin’

The fiends keep coppin’ they rocks God

And the rock stars sell souls whole while they CD’s floppin’

From Crenshaw to

The made men boss-men

Ain’t the only breed, cause the seeds breed profits

Like the knuckle royal blue

Just another from the crew

And you know who keep it true

We beat the streets, stompin’

With the impact of Timb boots

Make the tin booths

Till it’s so damn hot, the AC can’t stop it

I’ll be rockin’ like I’m crazy

Microphone insane, imbrain

I’m the same MC

Pocket’s full of lint balls

Maybe cause I’m clutchin’ on my last dollar

I’ll a pop a collar without a penny to deposit

I was duckin’ paparazzi, kinfolk

While my kinfolk wanna treat me like a klutz

Like I rock a Neo-Nazi symbol

On my arm or somethin’

And I ain’t armed with nothin’ to dunk

Running from myself like my karma’s comin’ for me

The homie rode to Philly with the indo

Trash-mouth in his glass house feelin’ holier than thou, huh

See I’ma smack a sucka mouth

We protect those

Kleptos

That jack a brother’s style, foul rapper

Maybe he just another poser

Somebody should have told him that the masses run the town

We about to take it over

Scratch that, about to make it over

And snatch that poser out his crown

Hold it down

I hold it down

I hold it down

[Verse 2: Blu]

Co$$ chill; try to tell him shit is real

But he still dreamin’

We in the film tryna kill demons

And still kneeling to god

While my squad gets praise, this the real Benz

I feel weakened by my need to change

Folks be hopin’ that I keep the same metamorphin’

Power Range, extra foreign

How I’m out to spend once again

Out to lunch while you barely wakin’ up

Brunch and takin’ up punches

I can out-face by the hundreds and the thousands

Feelin’ proud to be somethin’ in this day and age

Black and white, still a shade of grey

I used to be ashamed to say where I used to stay

When I’m out the States

I was a slave not too long ago

King right before that

God of this planet now I’m payin’ taxes

Killin’ my brother for a fuckin’ chain

When we were once in chains runnin’ things

Shit is backwards

Feel the Wrath of Cain

I never listened to the Wrath of Kane

But I did bang No Vaseline

It’s a shame where these mind-states keep us

Bangin’ and slangin’ caine

Till the fiends noddin’ by the speakers

Crackin’ up, like I’m laughin’ but I’m really crass as fuck

Stackin’ books, I bought my Dad a Caddy truck

And my little sis a savvy bug like fuck Beatles

Fuckin’ with you, I love The Beatles

But they did jack my people

According to the laws that you make and the commandment you created

That shit’s illegal

So fuck a reparation, give me my royalties

Crownin’ the freedom to live royally