an accident would happen that made life look necessary So now receiving God, the angel was 'Everready' But the 'Melancholy' strikes, the eleven angels mommy's life So the 'Mizery' sat in the angels
Projects turn to snake pits Secrets of the Masons came to revelations Babylon destroyed by the nations aggravations Riots in the train stations, criminals grabbin' cops Snakes rattlin', angels
{This is the final boarding call for flight twelve fifty-nine Departing from Los Angeles, destination to St. Louis Thank you} Damn G, the spot's gettin
Intro: (*numerous men speaking*) (Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city to the best of our ability. Riots, melees and disturbances
Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city To the best of our ability Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace are against the Interests
Teen riot structure, ankle deep in fear Babies lost in bellies and the oracle can't hear A demon angel demi-god blasted through the night Me and Lucy
And power to fly And the last death angel warned Flying under the sun you'll break the oath Out of the moonlight and the night Angels of evil will take
in the veins of his land Mr. Inferno he is responsible Holding the lifes of his man in his hands A hellish old man plans the overkill riot he letz his
Come to me 'Light on my shoulder Come to me Burn your starry crown Mmm, my dark angel I've tried, I can't get over 'Cause when I think I'm climbing I
and the dealers keep serving And your kids ain't learning shit, except this Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else Trying to survive, Los Angeles
Tom ain't got no juice Nigga shoulda been down from the start But he ain't had a heart, for another Watts riot Watts riot Watts riot Watts riot So
of my head Stay in line single file if you can Then, we can kick it like kickstands and, You know I peddle to the chain-slip So fly propellers propel us to the angels
are a cross between monkeys and ants You can see us from your spaceship Melting the polar ice caps with our arrogance Summon a congress of angels dressed in riot
sister insomnia my eyes weep worms for you angel anathema i'll drink your blood the blood you shed for me was all you gave to me my bold bulimic belly
your radio down It's them reggae boys, turn your radio down Neighbors mind your business It's a riot! Riot! Riot! Riot! From the train to the plane,
You were always seconds from fame Like a burning sunset you were breathe taking Stunning and your engine burnt clean A riot of curves, a perfect reality
Wassup? We need to talk Let me light my backport That's why we need to sit down And talk about the black and the brown Yo, I love Los Angeles, you can
Or we can do it on the bed, without no covers, We can keep going at it, no need to be quiet, So loud, that the whole town will cause a riot, Your body