Текст песни Halos - Blue Sky Black Death
Knock,
knock,
who
is
it?
I'm
back,
stop
the
gimmicks
I
pop
pop
the
biscuit
and
shut
down
your
businesses
They
wanna
white-wash
scan-copy
my
image
While
I
became
a
menace
'cause
I
found
my
limits
Spit
it,
open
up
the
Book
of
Life
and
see
my
name
in
it
Same
sentence,
sure
my
wagers
are
death
if
I
ain't
live
it
Ask
the
Lord
for
forgiveness
of
sins
that
I
committed
Even
Solomon
predicted,
you
can't
die
with
your
riches
Of
course,
no
pillow
talk
when
you
lie
with
them
bitches
Each
verse
be
worth
money
like
Egyptian
pictures
It
got
worse
since
the
Bush's
took
that
torch
from
Hitler
Pour
out
liquor
for
my
dead
comrades,
I
ain't
forget
ya,
man
A
lot
of
sex,
but
I'm
no
Caligula
I'm
livin'
Hip
Hop,
son,
you
just
a
visitor
A
lot
of
faces
and
the
names
are
similar
I
build
with
the
OG's
down
to
superiors,
yeah
"Fight
the
system"
"Got
a
precinct
with
the
po-po"
"Bust
your
pistol"
"Seekin'
five-O"
"Fight
the
system"
"Got
a
precinct
with
the
po-po"
"Bust
your
pistol"
"Seekin'
five-O"
Yo,
this
how
we
do
it,
man
Crooked
I,
where
you
at,
baby?
I
sit
in
the
dark
with
my
dead
homies,
obituary
pictures
They
talk
to
me
while
I'm
writin'
these
literary
scriptures
Sayin',
"Crooked,
don't
let
the
Police
Military
get
ya"
I
tell
'em,
before
they
do
I'll
be
in
a
cemetery
with
ya
Militant
momma,
she
was
down
with
the
Panthers
Picture
me,
a
baby
G
in
a
dashiki
and
Pampers
I
was
the
face
of
the
pamphlets
man,
the
black
future
But
nowadays,
niggas
gat
shoot
ya,
fuck
it,
I
clap
rugers
My
nina
singin'
like
Fat
Luther
Vandross,
a
damn
boss
bringin'
that
braat-braat
to
ya
COB
is
a
religion,
listen
I'm
in
it
Everything
I'm
spittin'
was
written
with
hidden
symbolism
in
it
Infinite
wisdom
hittin'
the
intricate
sentences
I'm
spittin'
Cryptic
as
hieroglyphics,
thought
they
figured
it,
but
they
didn't
West
Coast
Fayroll,
killers
on
the
payroll
20's
on
my
chariot,
dodge
a
blue
halo
Hey
yo,
ya
feel
me
out
there?
Whassup,
Razah
Momma
raised
a
Hell
Razah
"Fight
the
system"
"Got
a
precinct
with
the
po-po"
"Bust
your
pistol"
"Seekin'
five-O"
"Fight
the
system"
"Got
a
precinct
with
the
po-po"
"Bust
your
pistol"
"Seekin'
five-O"
In
this
modern-day
era,
we
be
in
terror,
black
Che
Guevara's
On
wax
we
like
anthrax
wrapped
in
a
letter
My
Beretta
is
for
the
slaves
with
forgotten
graves
Like
the
names
of
Dred
Scott,
we
aimin'
with
head
shots
With
scopes
and
red
dots
on
old
prejudice
cops
Who
plot
on
dope
blocks
with
coke
measurement
drops
It's
more
drugs
to
schools
for
kids
with
no
pops
My
hood
be
like
a
cemetery
They
gave
a
project
tombstones
and
sanctuaries
This
for
the
kids
outside
that's
in
the
military
No
matter
black
or
Israeli,
they
both
want
us
buried
It's
a
war
outside,
I
hope
you
gettin'
ready
Get
off
your
celly
and
stand
up
and
grab
a
semi-
Automatic,
'cause
momma
raised
a
Hell
Razah
like
Makaveli
I'd
like
to
pour
out
some
Holy
Water
For
all
the
thug
angels
we
been
missin'
"One
day
you
will
look
behind
you
and
you
will
see
we
three...
And
on
that
day,
YOU
WILL
REAP
IT!
"
"We
will
send
you
to
whatever
God
you
wish."
"And
shepherds
we
shall
be,
for
thee,
oh
Lord,
for
thee.
Power
hath
descended
forth
from
Thy
hand.
That
our
feet
may
swiftly
carry
out
Thy
command.
So
we
shall
flow
a
river
forth
to
Thee,
And
teeming
with
souls
shall
it
ever
be.
In
Nomeni
Patri,
Et
Fili,
Spiritus
Sancti."
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