's evil in the air And there's thunder in the sky And a killer's on the bloodshot streets Oh and down in the tunnel Where the deadly are rising Oh I swear
Intoxicated eyes And lonely hearts Are held accounted for Disease eats inside Nothing left to hide The sun starts to rise As his black heart dies
grave So fill your lungs this one last time In my nightmare there is no place to hide This plague will take on everyone Even the sun rise won't save
Son Soon we'll see His wrath come down And the Lord descending from the sky When you hear the trumpets sound God has answered Jerusalem's cry When the sun goes black
there The silver in your hair I'm coming home to you When I lay tonight When I close my eyes I know the sun will rise Here or the next life As long as
drugs You'll never find A person inside My face is mogadon Curiosity Has given up on me I'm tuning out desires The pills are on the rise How
in the rainbow my veins starts trembling Mystery sadness thousands of faces Brings me the tail why the black moon rising Balck moon rising... Balck moon rising... Balck moon rising
Southern fist Rise through the jungle mist Clenched to smash power so cancerous Black flag and a red star A rising sun loomin' over Los Angeles 'Cuz of
to hold you And feel so helpless I don't want to smell you And lose my senses And smile in slow motion With eyes in love I twist like a corkscrew The sweetness rising
search for you on the other side Where the river runs clean and wide Up to my heart the waters rise Up to my heart the waters rise I sink `neath the
earth will keep on turning The sun will always rise Don't know why, seems like I I'm always so surprised I can't sleep at night Life is black and white
my doe strait I throw the wifey in some Dolce And put some chains on my niggas like I own slaves I get up, look out the window hope the sun shining down
to share I want to see the world now through her eyes And about everything she sees, I care The time has come to rise I cannot bathe you in a river gone black
Funkay The sun sets, you vex, we gets, mad Funkay East coast to west we stays fresh Ezay Smoke rise from the borrough where that black cool blow(?)
Talib Kweli-Verse 1 Here I am... step out on the block to face the sun Greet the people in the village that raised my son As far as days go this look
the slanted crushed black velvet and safire Psycho circuits of carnage that's unbelievably evil Blood trickling temper of pure golden retriever I'm inspired by the sun
ashes, and dust to dust (8X) Chorus: Black Thought (4X) It's Common Dust y'all, and you don't stop For you to trust y'all, with real hip-hop [Black
[Black Thought] From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All