win I'm looking back and I find Something I thought that's already gone In my dreams there's a sign Did you ever try to turn back time Did you ever
Everything you feel That's what your world is made of And when I take a good look around I see My thoughts are coming back to me so look around We are
way of saying thank you They offered to transport me back to any point in history that I would care to go And so I had them send me back to last Thursday
Oh you, I got you, hey Then when one of them was taken The other one was waiting for the next big thing To bring them to the gates of heaven Or maybe
trial and error I'm devastation now is my error so I'm gunna open my file of terror now its gunna rain ash from the heavens face kicked back while I
rain pour down from God above With the blood of my blade, no love, begin the flood Open the gates, let the battle begin, wherein With wind at our backs
stay alive, you play or die, no options No Batman and Robin, can't tell between the cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless With no conscience, back
from the skies like a rubber band As I begin to step you above the land out of the atmosphere Don't look back why, cause we're almost there Just try to
finally reached that resting place, an endless pit of fire] (But Damien had escaped through the back door of Satan's lair) [Out the back entrance of hell
say you wanna rob me, well hell that's a mistake 'Cause I got atomic bombs that cause tha Earth to quake It'll open all tha gates and 'cause heaven
a nigga coulde be tha Its the be fastest a fuckin sheeter [ chorus ] I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up Gyeah I said bangin in the cpt [ verse 2 ] I sit back
back at me. We stuck out our hands, and met the winds. The girl falters as she steps down from the platform. She clutches her stomach, and begins to heave
you've heard Like the doctrines of men that are still fallen prey To the silvery sword of God's Word today It's true, we look to Heaven and our mansions
about Most of you assholes all think you gangstas 99% of you's are fuckin' fake, ain't ya's? That's why I hate ya's Verbal Heaven's gate knock a fuckin
) And when it's all over And I'm rattling on the gates of heaven And Peter's there to ask me Did you had a good time I'll look back on the years All
the top I'm just a bad man, you really want some of this 'Cause I'm a bad man Got out the gate, they better pack up and run Watch your step, oh lord, there he go here he come Now surprise, 'cause we back
golden and black Extolling virtues of rap with monkeys riding my back I see them falling, doing commercials and balling I'm not a hater but she's closing the gate
Look, look, look, don't play with me Look, look, look, uh, uh, look Let's get the pistols out the trunk, let's get ready to bust things Leave a nigga