Angels with dirty faces We got this underground We got this underground We got this new sound Alright, check it We are there riding the scene The world
britches See i personify, call winds, and tree switches And verbally be the message Like Jesus with three fishes The scene switches when people be not feelin' me Faced
why Fish swim in the sky And beat their leather wings Until they're high and dry We fly in the face of fashion Full scale and fair We fly in the face
Peace Peace, yo Nasir bin Olu Dara bis do Allah Fisk full of dollars in a dice game god D and D glasses cloth Kangols guided by angels with white wings
I'm like a soldier Back from the dead Storm Trooping in Monschau Here's another bite for spite My drill bit goes through the left side of your face and
I went down to the muddy river Where the blind fish do swim. I saw the face on the drowning moon And I nearly jumped in. Sad sirens on the water They
? to the counter Soup-can sentinels guard the pre-colonial cupboard With hibernating honey, tins of tuna and cardboard crackers And now the brand new honey with the angel face
Ya all-star pimps... Pimps that (?) Pimps wit nothin but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em brother) Nice pimps, mean pimps [Verse 2] I feel like the angel
Her hair is straight and long Like the fishing docks below Her face is pale and soft Like the gently falling snow Her legs run like the wind Whipping
So we bought a blacksmith in western strapped on his vest and that's his protection At the intersection waitin on arrival cause in the city of angels
] Uh-huh, uh-huh That fish, that money, Bubba Sparxxx.. Uhh Now allow me to present the very first resident of this millenium mindframe, no angel but
steady Everybody gather around to protect him The lesson of the spiritual, kick kids and every Everyone is going through their shit, and thats ?? No we not angels
something that float to the boats west Sword blew him a kiss, and when he focused Seen the face of an angel upon the body of a F-F-F-Fish. What the
alarm, and when the first arm's found we observe the art. Like a belly-acher won't kick face to the curb, rather kick when the face already raped by
so I heard y'all wanna float... yo, this fallen angel could stitch a wing with a shoestring prime directive selects reflective aviation bathed in mood
. The sea of tears swallowed us in its tide Facing death, no reason to go on No one tried You were my waking breath you were my hope of those facing
escapin from the South to the North Where you run ten paces and your face is fallin off! [Chorus] [Hell Razah] Raised in Hell, waitin for angels like
