Eric "Ibo" Butler - Til Thee Angels Come (For Us) lyrics

[Intro: k**ah Priest] Bad person, in the underworld The bad persons are the bad egg A bad news, a ba*tard, a black sheep, the black god All the vagabonds, thieves, the bums, the mask of the cowards Villains, the criminals, the scoundrels, robbers, the racketeerers The Angel said... [k**ah Priest] Look at the k**ers, dealers, scramblers, hustlers, pimp Tho lives are running, police coming, gunning, jumping over fences Hide in trenches, fight, defenses, ducking bullets This is that hood sh**, show more footage, speak from pulpits (Fellow Americans, you are now under a new era, A New World Order) We're all the same as Angels, watching, ain't no stopping Sky's crack, You lie back, watch, you're in, burning skin, turning in Hell bound, hell hound, with scales down, 'til their tails ground Chasing us, barking, we're darking, dropping revolvers in the apartments Here comes the Marksmen up the stair case, I start busting backwards Slipping, where is the Pastor? Too many distractions, 9/11 Signs from Heaven, find a weapon, AK, SK, HK's, MK Mayday, mayday, mayday, rocket launchers, my project's bonkers We sold d** 'til it's over, it's time to close up Yup, let's go, closure, judgement day, thugs will spray Devil's is running, 'cause they'll realize something worse then Hell is coming A black bird burning down until it turns to a fire breathing dragon [Chorus 2X: k**ah Priest] Look at the things we done, (OH MY, MY, MY) We live like dangerous, (JUST DRY YOUR EYES) Until the Angels come, (OH MY, MY, MY), for us [k**ah Priest] It seems like, a giant hologram of the President's head above my projects Or the night crawling down like a Panther, from a tree where the fog sets Where you hear whisper out from the darkness, like we've survived Yo, yo, come here, shorty, shorty, shorty, come here, come here I got something here for you; Priest beloved, immortal Travel through portals, behold the Pharaoh before you I was once a radical poor dude that stood on the corner Teaching blacks that we're the Lost Jews Why? 'Cause my people's were deprived of Yale and Law Schools Now they walk around with a head full of lost screws Neva been into rabbit's foots or horse shoes Or superstitions trying to make me lose my vision Look up, the Nukes are in position [7th Amba**ador] Repute the system--our people are too conditioned Too persistent, many will come, a few will listen Razah, Priest, and Obadiah, a new dimension, chose your henchmen's Crucial business, lunaticing, 'til the roots of lineage [Chorus 2X] [Hell Razah] We're surrounded by... Births, abortions, churches, organs Don't bury me; these Romans will only dig up my coffin We was orphans who was born into wars and slave auctions (KKK) Better pray for the day they burnt them crosses We're the spooks who threw them torches up inside the Bush's office Wicked forces, Kissed their daughters and sons And take precaution, now the Priest released this Offering Renaissance, we're born again, my pen drip the ink for the sinks Blood of the Sphinx, kissed my eye, wool on his head While I feed him unleavened bread Point the infrared on enemies who wish to see me dead The Pope opened up and read... "Revelations" Then he blared: "I met an Angel" and he said To drop the gun that's on my leg [k**ah Priest] I rolled up out of my bed, walked on synagogue floors My house, Cathedrals, ceilings with Egyptian walls My diner room, Last Supper style, twelve chairs with King Tut cuts Cave bathrooms and medieval towels [Chorus 2X] [Outro: k**ah Priest w/ distorted voice] Ha, ha, ha, ha, where are you're going? You ain't going nowhere Bring your a**es to me, you're coming with me tonight Ha, ha, ha, ha, you're coming with me 1And I saw an angel come down from heaven, having the key of the bottomless pit And a great chain in his hand. 2And he laid hold on the dragon, that old serpent Which is called the Devil, and Satan, and bound him for a thousand years, 3And cast him into The bottomless pit, and shut him up, and set a seal upon him, that he should deceive The nations no more, till the end of a thousand years be fulfilled: (Rev. 20:1–3 KJV) Ha, ha, so where do you think you're going n***a? Where do you think you're going n***a? Where do you think you're running to n***a? You're coming with me, all your a**es are coming with me Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, I own you, I own you for a thousand years, Till The Angels Come Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you rappers, you sold your f**ing life for over to me you ba*tards Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, This is the stroll for the apocalypse, you ba*tards 'Nah'mean?, so while you're walking in your motherf**ing cars, s**ing these b**hes Spending your f**ing money, going to these god damn clubs, it'll be me motherf**er, in the end