Devils and Angels

I broke my piggy bank and haven't put it back together Back in heaven blastin' rounds like I'm a MAC-11 Livin' in my rainy city it was all wrong Used to be the big fish in a small pond Now I'm swimming with the sharks but I'm a Jap' piranha Plus I'm moving Fast & Furious like Brian O'Conner Rest in peace, a restless beast Call me Mighty Mouse, pocket's full of extra cheese, yup Still a mental savage that is ravenous, indeed Exerting psycho babble from a labyrinth in me Angels flying up above, demons down beneath When I'm breathing you can hear the evil seeping through my teeth Close friends worth more than cash and havin' wealth Self destructive beings are a hazard to themself Lion roars, stronger than an iron door Sun has killed the rain, love has killed the pain that I endure Half these rappers are the liars like Pinocchio 10% are dope, other 90 less than okey-doke You don't wanna rope-a-dope with Mad, you get the broken nose Small but when I'm rappin' I am taller than the Poconos My soul is mischievous like A-Plus and Opio A toy collector, plus my clothes, they come from Tokyo I'm not sayin' I got the dopest flow But kids are studyin' my methods like a vocal coach My brain's a battlefield for devils and angels Walkin' contradiction like machetes and rainbows Burden on my shoulders that is heavy and painful Shane's raw, tearin' shit like Eminem's chainsaw Battle Mad and you could be in real danger Excruciating training like a Navy SEAL ranger Run for cover, bounty hunter like I'm Bobafett Wild west bounty hunter like I'm Jonah Hex Ay, bitch, I could talk to the dead You connect with me cause I can read the thoughts in your head Yeah, mentally projecting till I'm causing metamorph(os)is Almost lost my head like the fucking headless horsemen Holdin' a jack-o-lantern, acrobatic verbiage Dirtiest of wordsmiths, bar game is murderous Don't talk about it much but came up with true killers Still here cause I'm unbreakable like Bruce Willis Half these rappers out are liars like Pinocchio 10% are dope, other 90 less than okey-doke You don't wanna rope-a-dope with Mad, you get the broken nose Small but when I'm rappin' I am taller than the Poconos My soul is mischievous like A-Plus and Opio A toy collector plus my clothes, they come from Tokyo I'm not sayin' I got the dopest flow But kids just studyin' my methods like a vocal coach --- Devils and Angels - Madchild