X-Ray - Intro (Peri-G) / Wind Before The Storm lyrics

[Sample] "You ever notice how in the Bible whenever God wanted to punish someone, or make an example, or whenever God needed a k**ing, he sent an angel D'ya ever wonder what a creature like that must be like? The whole existence spent praising your God but always with one wing dipped in blood Would you ever really want to see an angel?" [Verse 1] Juggler Bean rap journalism broadcast Ed Begley on the mic Flacko burning 'em Socrates shooting up Under 3 Avens like a dope fiend Cutting edge microphone sledgehammer through your smokescreen Combat wing tips, steel toes n bottoms Sterling Silverado, jacked the lotto Stagecoach shifts sands in the hourgla** Sponsored by Movado Break bread, Remy on the rise Eyes blood-shot red like tomatoes Adjust gears Hold 'em Whitney to Britney Spears Back to back rap suffocate careers and shed no tears Celebrate a new millennium every day cause one day to me is equal to a thousand of y'all years Relax in virtual backdrops, pack lots and digital crack spots Big brother biometric snapshots Tried to shun God, used a stun card to zap cops Program hardware raw black tops 5 mics from cyber critics with Macs and laptops Amen to these pop crackers in fact I'm blacker than average n***a Cross pigmentation of America, go figure Cultural snipers squeeze the trigger and respect credit where it's due my wigger Swinging the flight with vigour, heart get bigger from every hand to hand rigger Plus nasty with gun play, f**in' a supermodel, stickin' a designer for his fashions on the runway Spin MCs 23 degrees, 6 days a week rest on the Sabbath resume work on a Sunday Multi-million dollar street beggar Panhandlin' from the local corner bodega Got the game sewn from alpha to omega Never run a number 5 like Lou Bega Sell tax and collect cheques from bootleggers We do it after dark Lamppost flood their juiced up park cable Project signs for the projects n***a lookin' sweet on the screen like Clark Gable Rollin' with prime crime elements, highly unstable Hydrogen tell helium to tell oxygen to save my seat at the periodic table Like the wind before the storm, Flightpope Ro set to blow Rules cite divine master, eye circumference, let 'em know It's the wind before the storm, Flightpope Ro here to show Who cites divine, most intelligence God blow for blow The wind before the storm, Flightpope Ro set to blow Rules cite divine master, eye circumference, let 'em know It's the wind before the storm, Flightpope Ro here to show Who cites divine, most intelligence Godblow for blow [Verse 2] Yo, these pencilnecks be spittin' silly rhymes Allegedly livin' in the big willy times So most you n******gs are showin' me early milli vanilli signs We can praise God, past ammunition for the Mac, milli 9s Go to war for real like ancient Israelites fightin' and smitin' the Philistines Cumulatin' body count on the radio playlist Just another major label plagiarist Puppet string infringement, materialist strictly copy written flavour sh** spinnin' on the laser disc Train the mainstream to my voice like puppies enjoy bones Live in a Plexiglas castle and throw toy stones Stop it through your manufactured tough boy zones Sweet cookie cutter rap, the a**embly line camp employ clones Against my team, that's like Mini-Me versus Roy Jones Rather create a cathartic, autistic, fantastic sh** Seek separation via synthesis through the smartest, sarcastic wit Stays to the jungle, nothin' figures tussle and fight Take flight by day, nocturnal monsters hunt and hustle all night More than most, grow the mo' superlative adjectives sh**tin' on this industry using my M.I.C. like a laxative Iron will and strong nerves Big dick for thong curves, gettin' brain from RnB song birds Buffalo soldiers never cliquing with the wrong herds Candy bong nerds and choke n******gs with long words Ask that hussey I kept to stroking, [?] Jewels droppin' like confetti, Glocks poppin' like RockSteady Lead weapons like Zeppelin, no half steppin' on the stairway to heaven Rep it from the jail tears, to the eddy in the Serengeti Dashiki's and baggy jeans saggin' Smoking Puff the Magic Dragon Jump the turnstile, rockin' on my own bandwagon Manifest destiny and native people blood spiller Protector of the truth or just another petty thug k**er 40 to a brick in '96, become a bigger fiend, stay addicted to nicotine and now who the real drug dealer, motherf**er