Language Arts Crew - Heaven and Hell lyrics

[Verse 1: Benny Medicina] It might as well be all the same for me to train the eye to make Adjustments in the way my mind perceives to live and die a day Hibernate away from nuclear winters, cyber space Inside the mind, my labyrinth checks the time it takes to try to find a way Motherf**er, realize your sentiment is side-a-ways Idle days are taking over—evidence is time and space And amidst the moment, signs are saying, “Slide away” The fact's you know I merely told the science of the brain [Verse 2: Clint Westwood] I checked into Hotel Hades on a Mount Zion head-trip Room six-sixty-six in a glorious dialectic Infected with the intentions of the most special of Hellspawns I creep deep in a well's pond ‘til the spell's gone Swallowing bombs of wrongness before you can say, “Right” My psyche softly shatters to stab my brain to daylight I may frighten you at first with a terrible thirst for life Curse of the earthworm, I live the Earth's surface by night [Verse 3: Vric Enoh] Proceed to leave your feelings as we tween into the evening With a lesson for collectives of complexion, we're diseasing I dream my freedom, branch you through the seasons, color-scheming Ground to ceiling, walls receding, breath for breathing exit, leaving Your heart could be beating or a dead organ on forfeit On purpose, I rock a cordless to the orbit [Ten absorbed in?] the corridors of the [coroner?] of the [?] cornets Where views are gorgeous through morbid rigor mortis [Hook 1: Benny Medicina] (x2) Kind is evil, black is white, good is bad Chaos and order, heaven and hell go hand in hand [Hook 2: Clint Westwood] (x2) Heaven and hell sells darkness to light (Come on) Good meets evil, black reveals itself to white (To white) While chaos mocks and feeds off the loss of order Man stands stranded on earth, caught between the borders [Verse 3: QS Zeus] Ayyo, at nighttime, I can find the right mind It's a psych fight side by side with the light's line I bite mine to fight crime and die for the mic rhyme You're blind to the fine line, to the lifetime, to supply line Some of you die in a tight vial of violence And the light says, “Supply cents to the right friends” The mics, the pens, I'll rhyme the spins that lights the winds The breeze will feel the ease, but the seas will bite your fins [Verse 4: Clint Westwood] Little baby sapien screens a world from a car seat. Goodnight, Irene I'll sing your melodies through the bars and streets Wondering if you're looking down on me (Down on me) Do you share these sounds with me? Do you see my depravity and frown on me? Regardless, a part of your heart lives on through my touch I'll carry that torch forward and sharpen my sword with such humanity The curse: hollow purse, merciless soul gravity The blessing: I'll burst your chest cavity, flow sanity Foes to family, I mend ends to die today You chose calamity. I grow wings to fly away Like a pirate saint, tainted but worthy of God's kingdom I keep his majesty laughing while he's crafting our freedom [Verse 5: Vric Enoh] Sun will shine, but will you reflect the sunlight? Only if it's darker—some in flight amongst the twilight Done right or done wrong, heaven or the hell space Grab your f**ing number, man. We'll bury you on Sunday I rise waking, out for rhyme making Time tick in mind. I'm out the space station So who the hell decides where I reside and picks the path to afterlife? And who defines the lines of good and bad and rules the life? [Verse 6: QS Zeus] So hold the cavalry, trap the weak and unravel me I'll travel to free raps if your weak a** battling I'll tackle the feedback. [What I see slack?] avidly I'm actually packed, ready to scrap, roll savagely Repping the fact, those slit in the back throat I fracture you backbones with your a** like “Exacto” Where will the facts go? From Glasgow to Cali I'm flipping you a**holes and Berry your Halle [Hook 1: Benny Medicina] (x2) Kind is evil, black is white, good is bad Chaos and order, heaven and hell go hand in hand [Hook 2: Clint Westwood] (x2) Heaven and hell sells darkness to light (Come on) Good meets evil, black reveals itself to white (To white) While chaos mocks and feeds off the loss of order Man stands stranded on earth, caught between the borders [Outro: Sample Quote from The New Adventures of Michael Shayne Vol. 1] [Michael Shayne] “Half a dozen bullets smashed through the window. I just held my breath and said a few appropriate words to any archangels who might be listening. I thought, 'So long, Mike... it's been fun... '"