Fighter jets over my city, uh Cool car trails in the sky, yeah It's breaking news all over TV We were hit by surprise Alright I was at Townhouse down in Venice Beach, oh no Stealing moments with you know who We won the war but not a day goes by That I don't think I shoulda been with you When the City of Angels fell When the City of Angels fell When the City of Angels fell I was busy letting you down, woman When the City of Angels fell When the City of Angels fell I was nowhere to be found Alright Instrumental A vast shadow cast over my city Some kinda, unknown ships sittin' in the sky (Yeah, ooh) I guess they came here looking for trouble No time for goodbyes When the City of Angels fell When the City of Angels fell When the City of Angels fell I was busy letting you down, woman When the City of Angels fell When the City of Angels fell And I was nowhere to be found No, no, nowhere to be found Nowhere, honey, oh no Drinking my favorite tequila (alright) You know I, saved your last message to my phone, woman I didn't text you back that night, did I? It just says, "Baby, when do you think you'll be home?" no, oh no I stayed behind when everyone left fled for Nevada You know I, I stayed behind to search for your smile, oh no Hoping to find you in the rubble Hoping, that I could just hold you for a while 'Cause when the City of Angels fell When the City of Angels fell When the City of Angels fell I was busy letting you down, woman When the City of Angels fell When the City of Angels fell I was nowhere to be found

Soft like trees and water Shape to suit and mood After mood and weather In the waves you will float. Am looking after ground Am looking for a new way Way of leaving this can be If you shake the ground I made to move after your flood So move by you You take it, take it back I'm so dried out in this desert Let me know, I wanna be with you Speaking of floods Speaking of truth I'm so dried out in this desert Let me know, I wanna be with you Speaking of floods Speaking of truth You are soft like stone and water You are shape to suit and make Are you calling us round and lovely? Why you running down the lake? I made to move after your flood So move by you You take it, take it back I'm so dried out in this desert Let me know, I wanna be with you Speaking of floods Speaking of truth Speaking of truth Speaking of truth Speaking of truth Speaking of truth Take take it love, Take it what you want Take take it love, Take it what you want Take take it love, Take it what you want Take take it love, Take it what you want Take take it love, Take it what you want

It's going down, tonight in this town 'Cause they stare and growl, they all stare and growl I take a scar, everytime I cry 'Cause it ain't my style, no, it ain't my style Going down to the gravel, head to the barrel Take this life and end this struggle Los Angeles, come scam me, please Emptiness never sleeps at Cliftons 6:00 a.m. With your bag lady friend and your mind descending Stripped of the right to be a human in control It's warmer in Hell, so down we go They say this is the city The city of angels, all I see is dead wings They say this is the city The city of angels, all I see is dead wings It's a ghost town, rabid underworld Dionysian night, vitriolic twilight A mirage come up, it never ends Once you get burnt, you're never the same Left behind, erased from time Ain't no decency in being boxed up alive Look around, ain't no R.I.P. signs here We don't rest in peace, we just disappear So here we are, Los Angeles No angels singing in your valley of unease I watch the sun roll down the Pacific Over hookered Sunset Strip They say this is the city The city of angels, all I see is dead wings They say this is the city The city of angels, all I see is dead wings There's a black moon tonight Ain't shining down on the western neon lights There's a black moon tonight Ain't shining down on the western neon lights They say this is the city The city of angels, all I see is dead wings They say this is the city The city of angels, all I see is dead wings They say this is the city The city of angels, all I see is dead wings They say this is the city The city of angels, all I see is dead wings

Oye! Chico! Tirate! Que Tirate! Oye! Chica! Tirate! Que Tirate! This for the B boys in the place who be breaking rockin ecko Pnb, the nation now it's on ready set go Let it be said, dude with the dred is from the west coast Linoleum what? My homies kill it like asbestos Yeah, I'm 'bout the cleanest of the grimys Hold the mic and with the same hand do 1990's Peace to radio tron, don't stop, you know it's real Being normal like a bunt so I do stunts when I windmill And if you pose, you a faker Peace to rock steady and the LA City breakers Replace electro lights with a shot of super socco Nobody ever ticked like the homie poppin' taco Or my Uncle Pablo still pop on occasions This is dedicated to the blacks, whites and Asians And my Latinos and my bambinos Who refuse to be wack, spin on they back for a C-note Come on, throw ya hands in the air Come on people, keep 'em there Got a fam fresh crew and I'm now for mayor 'Cause it's more to this track than the kick and the snare We been all around the world trying to take you there So say yeah Yeah, today's the day, ain't it? Let your soul soar free above this world tainted I dream a dream to some it seems faded Where it don't even matter what color your skin's painted I windmilled in whales until I fainted Before the record sales prevailed we was related Like cousins and then the bling came In the meantime we still grind for street fame Like Chaka spray paint what I'm saying When I was a baby I wrote graffiti with a crayon My combos levitate like a sיance See the street signs, so I'm embracing the chaos Come on Get your hands up Get some Put your feet down Get on the floor World wide party people get ready Let the beat ride, time to rock steady Black, white, yellow, yellow, red to brown Let's rock the planet, everybody get down

I'm comin for ya, I抦 in the cut, creepin? up, now I抦 on ya It goes to the break of dawn, and it just don抰 stop, Lyric fist fights brothers we don抰 need no glocks It goes peace, if you come to see me rebel 2nafish will come ready like I was Edie Brickell I'm everlasting, never will my head expand This publisher is clearing house like I was Ed McMahan I抣l getcha open like a bullet wound come test the repertoire And I抣l connect a right cross to your upper jaw I抦 on my toes, all my foes beware Cuz 2nafish will tackle flows like I抦 Rosie Greer I抦 hear to tell you the response is choice Comin to smother the brother with the monster voice Is going to wipe slow specimenI got the hype so listen in, Lyrical nitroglycerin We pack a punch like an earthquake set, Comin through your tape deck is how we shape shift So all you critics out there take shelter Or you抣l be on my conveyor belt when I melt ya