[Intro – Spoken] Yeah… The sky turnin’ black, streets on fire… The end time riders out here collectin’, nihgga. Ain’t no mercy in the cut. Welcome… to the City of Lost Angels. ⸻ [Hook] City of Lost Angels, wings burn in the night, Halos turn crooked under flickerin’ lights. If the reaper come knockin’, better stand, don’t run, End time riders ridin’ till the kingdom come. ⸻ [Verse 1] The end time riders have come for they cut, So you better not fold before you front. Demons in the shadows, chrome stay tucked, Hood prophets in the trenches, all souls corrupt. Dust in the wind, hear the sirens moan, Bodies in the alley, blood stains the stone. OG’s told me, “boy, never trust fate,” So I carved my commandments with a .38. Hustlers preach scripture off the curbside pews, Every line of that coke is a gospel of blues. The reaper do drive-bys with no headlights, Catch a halo in the smoke on them dead nights. ⸻ [Hook] City of Lost Angels, wings burn in the night, Halos turn crooked under flickerin’ lights. If the reaper come knockin’, better stand, don’t run, End time riders ridin’ till the kingdom come. ⸻ [Verse 2] Bury dreams in the dirt where the cold ones sleep, Nihggaz sell they soul for a chain too cheap. I been baptized in the rain of the TEC, Holy water from a slug when it kiss your neck. Armageddon on the block when the packs unload, Money in the duffle, got the streets in code. No peace signs, just the chalk line fade, Every prayer answered by the shots we made. So I walk with the devil but I move like a saint, Crosses in the tatts but the blood still paint. Hood revelations in the smoke we breathe, Ain’t no heaven for a nihgga when the streets won’t leave. ⸻ [Bridge] From the skyline flames to the alleys of pain, Every sinner got a debt, every angel got stains. Ain’t no mercy when the prophecy’s near, You can beg for forgiveness, but it fall on deaf ears. ⸻ [Hook] City of Lost Angels, wings burn in the night, Halos turn crooked under flickerin’ lights. If the reaper come knockin’, better stand, don’t run, End time riders ridin’ till the kingdom come. ⸻ [Verse 3] Judgment in the barrel, spin the wheel of time, Every shell in the chamber be a sermon in rhyme. Funerals stacked, like a deck of cards, Mothers cryin’ to the sky, askin’ why it’s hard. I seen angels in the trap with they wings on fire, Halo made of barbed wire, streets gettin’ dire. If you fold under pressure, then your soul get took, End time riders writin’ names in they book. And when the last sun falls, all debts get paid, Every move that you made, every game you played. So I stand ten toes with my sins on blast, Cuz the future ain’t promised when the dice get cast. ⸻ [Outro – Spoken + Hook Layered] Yeah… this the City of Lost Angels. Where halos rust and wings get clipped. End time riders ridin’ deep, collectin’ souls. Better pray… before you pay. *(Hook fades with echo ad-libs: “Lost Angels… Angels… kingdom come…”) [Fade out – cut song]
