Lyrics From: The Downfall of Ibliys: A Ghetto Opera "Rain Blood" (featuring Megalon)

Thug came for the drug game struck with blood stains on the rug.
Love pain for the thug named slug in the brain of the judge.
And it rained blood, cause thats the same judge who shackled Jane, thus,
black fools main love was rap, endangered.
Back to those cats whose dangerous, holdin the same clutchcats you bang with, too black, too famous, rain blood, rain blood.
Rain blood.
(Rain blood, rain blood, rain blood, rain blood)
So smart, you stupid, shit, I shot your heart with the dart of cupid, shit,
starting to loop with shit, that grimy cat retarded cute shit.
Twenty-two proof shit, take two sips. A rap fiend addicted to the music.
Ready to loose it, kicking strictly true shit.
You bring that gun? That fuck that, what you gonna do, bitch.
When I said prove it, you didnt do shit, no excuses.
I scrap till the end, go home, and cause em bruises.
Im gettin sick and tired of your punks with lugers.
Gun in the trunk, punk, In your trunks, bazookas.
Peace to all the losers, peace to the troopers,
little man movers, hand-to-hand doers.
Fake niggas want to shoot us, but you just walk past.
In your army fatigues. We got mad at ease eight for rocks is like
pass the cheese I need an army with trees.
Twenty-two pay they pennies, pay the petty time for they deeds, please.
Mayday, mayday, wont you mind me and my Cs, Bs?
For all the grimy time they grind me in deep, you got me?
You tryin to see yall almighty with speed.
Every day I look Black Jesus in the face.
He wasnt a devil, he was an angel standing in one place, pleading.
Gun blaze when you can see it. One in the waist, one in the face.
You see a movie, turn around and want to be it.
Dont believe it, you wont achieve it, I can see it.
You can see that Imma tell you three things, then Imma leave it.
No hesitation nigga peep with who you hang with and be with.
The Nation is defeated, Revelations, nigga, read it.
Cause in these last days, the beast is gonna come arrest this nation.
Im in a rest, waitin. Under investigation.
Police talk about me, paid lawyer, it had to be.
Fake judge said you have a G? I have a G. Earn a decent salary.
Got the Normies precinct mad at me,
33 Gs on my head, dirty DTs nabbin me.
Forced arrest grabbin me, night stick stabbin me,
but I aint havin me gettin fucked up by a battery.
Black fake [po]lice fatality. Stay mad at me, it had to be
the saddest day of their life, when that cop died.

Lyrics From: The Downfall of Ibliys: A Ghetto Opera "Rain Blood" (featuring Megalon)
It was the gladdest day of my life. And its even more trife.,
And everything they sayin tonight? It dont play right.
And when he died, my mans pissed on his gravesite.
Wrangled his wife in broad daylight and fucked the broad the same night.
Now thats a goddamned shame, right?
When you send me mail in jail, spell me goddamned name right.
I visualize a bunch of crippled guys, tellin crazy new lies.
Tellin stories about the baby blue-eyes.
Police thats knocking on the door I always tell them true lies.
Looking through the eyes of Bob Marley watching Buddha rise, rain blood, rain blood.
Rain blood.
(Rain blood, rain blood, rain blood, rain blood)
Thug came for the drug game struck with blood stains on the rug.
Love pain for the thug named slug in the brain of the judge.
And it rained blood, cause thats the same judge who shackled Jane, thus,
black fools main love was rap, endangered.
Back to those cats whose dangerous, holdin the same clutchcats you bang with, too black, too famous, rain blood, rain blood.
Rain blood. (rain blood, rain blood)
Tommy Gunn
Turn off the Luther, I rock rap, heavy mover pusher.
Cock back, in turn your luger missed and I be tryin to shoot you.
Slugs burnin through your chest, through your vest, through your flesh, Buddha blessed.
They a cupid test, guns smoke like a Buddha fest.
Do you best to deny rhymes we design free of mind.
Over self-confidence is equal to being blind.
Okay, September. Shrimp dinner
November- see me in the winter. December, you see me in the drop dead bad three and a quarter whip.
I baptize by daughter watch the water drip.
Playin the game this side of order, breakin off a quarter brick.
Dont fall dead-er, me and no-one together. Rockin golden leather,
holdin letters, foldin cheddar, rollin in a stolen Jetta,
Rewindin, fashion designin, cryin,
Relyin on buyin iron, we marchin off to Zion.
Mastered the art of rhymin perfect timin shinin like a diamond
tryin to drop a dime in nineteen ninety-nine a nigga dyin
cause in these last days, the beast is gonna come arrest this nation.
Im in a rest, waitin. Under investigation.
Police talk about me, paid lawyer, it had to be.
Fake judge said you have a G? I have a G. Earn a decent salary.
Got the Normies precinct mad at me,
33 Gs on my head, dirty DTs nabbin me.
Forced arrest grabbin me, night stick stabbin me,
but I aint havin me gettin fucked up by a battery.
Black fake [po]lice fatality. Stay mad at me, it had to be
the saddest day of their life, when that cop died.