Blu - Angelic lyrics

[Verse 1: Co$$] For real Chill It all started with the wheel Till the wheel's fall off But the beats keep droppin' The fiends keep coppin' they rocks God And the rock stars sell souls whole while they CD's floppin' From Crenshaw to The made men boss-men Ain't the only breed, cause the seeds breed profits Like the knuckle royal blue Just another from the crew And you know who keep it true We beat the streets, stompin' With the impact of Timb boots Make the tin booths Till it's so damn hot, the AC can't stop it I'll be rockin' like I'm crazy Microphone insane, imbrain I'm the same MC Pocket's full of lint balls Maybe cause I'm clutchin' on my last dollar I'll a pop a collar without a penny to deposit I was duckin' paparazzi, kinfolk While my kinfolk wanna treat me like a klutz Like I rock a Neo-Nazi symbol On my arm or somethin' And I ain't armed with nothin' to dunk Running from myself like my karma's comin' for me The homie rode to Philly with the indo Trash-mouth in his gla** house feelin' holier than thou, huh See I'ma smack a s**a mouth We protect those Kleptos That jack a brother's style, foul rapper Maybe he just another poser Somebody should have told him that the ma**es run the town We about to take it over Scratch that, about to make it over And snatch that poser out his crown Hold it down I hold it down I hold it down [Verse 2: Blu] Co$$ chill; try to tell him sh** is real But he still dreamin' We in the film tryna k** demons And still kneeling to god While my squad gets praises, 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 k**in' my brother for a f**in' chain When we were once in chains runnin' things sh** 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 cra** as f** Stackin' books, I bought my Dad a Caddy truck And my little sis a savvy bug like f** Beatles f**in' 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 sh**'s illegal So f** a reparation, give me my royalties Crownin' the freedom to live royally