need sun rays, not a dark cloudthats why they still lookin for me like were art thouohh brotha, they so cluddered and hearts foulaint never returned they call and they bout to start nowneed angel wings, not gargole, you bring that beef to meget ready to get charbroiled i treated them so nice in the pastthese people are spoiled reject them demonsand get them all off our soil and when the smoke clears in your retinawho cleaned it up you gosta give it up to shlegnathe black boots and red strings come to bless ya lets ya mesh messand threds bash your ex-a, dust yes thats us but my angleis to break news to these webs thats so tangled such a shameyour name remains painfull so change your gamescoz we were stained but became angles[Chorus - Irv Da Phenom