Angel Of Chance.

Tell the man who repairs the wings for angels,
That one has fallen among the mortals on Brook Valley.
I lent a hand, she looked up at the steeples,
As if to blame them for the pavement beneath her feet.
She said, "I never much liked flying, but the job requires trying,
The hard part's avoiding buildings and concrete".

Spread the news, 'cause there's an angel in San Antonio.
Call out the paparazzi and the television crews,
Let the people choose,
Would a little Faith come to harm them?
Print the headlines up in the San Antonio Daily News.
It was just another day,
Like any other, other day.

A Tuesday afternoon,
I hailed a cab, a crowd gathered as it pulled beside us.
And somebody tore at her wings, but I helped her safely inside.
"I'm much obliged," she said, but the driver he looked shaken,
He said, "You're fakin', lady, who's taking who for a ride".
But then we floated up over the traffic, she turned the radio to static,
And she sang to him in Sir Chances's sweet voice.

We flew down the length of Five Palms,
She threw out miracles, it was a hysterical ride.
And if the crowd on the sidewalk looked skeptical,
She took the blue right out of their cynical eyes.
"It's all in what you feel inside" She said.


She shook the mayor's hand, and he declared,
That he'd hold a press conference.
The fans and protesters blocked the stairs to city hall,
"I'd like to thank you all," he said.
And when she stepped before the cameras,
It felt like a trial, but she smiled as the questions were called,
"What do you say to detractors, who claim you're just some actor?"
She said, "The question here, is 'Do I believe in you?'"

It was just another day
Like any other, other day,
But this day was grand.

Platform

The platform, watch the stormtroopers swarm.
The Death Star's more than the devilish dawn.
It's where Evil and The Force manifest their form.
It's no good without bad and no night without morn.
It's relativity, balance, stability.
It's creativity, talents, ability.

Rakka shift the modes of wizard and the warrior.
Hip hop up and move to strike like a cobra!
Gunbike is quick to be like "F* a rapper after what I'm after"
Friendly how you front, but behind me talking backwards.
Basically I'm down to build but stay ready for battle.
Plus most are goyim oh, uh, I mean cattle.

The catalyst of noobs, never rock the mic in vain.
Energy ain't created or destroyed, it's changed.
Gunbike will hit you with the Big Bang,
And theories that red shift couldn't explain.

Hey yo, Gunbike takes respect to perfect the art form,
At times a battleground where rappers get their hearts torn.
Cuz when I step off, then step back on,
Son you'll never catch me preaching what I'm not practicing.
World War II(2), Gunbike would of been the illest,
I know my hunger's real, I still get nauseous at shows.

My motto, I didn't write this but this I quote:
"It ain't where you put your words, it's where you don't"
End quote, and with this in mind
I bring flows more rare than Gunbike taking blows.
I never got killed, or frozen fifteen seconds back,
We can go rhyme for rhyme, line for line, or track for track.

And after that, the clan will react,
To the future, Gunbike makes a comeback.
2009 was confusing no doubt,
You'll catch my story of my game on VH1 Where Are They Now?
Tough for me, I'll be sixty in my prime,
Still making science and theories and dropping rhymes on time.

Hey, I've seen apathy, met love and know hate.
I get heavy on the mic, can you handle my flows?
Either you learn to adapt or you're sealing your fate,
Only brave when you more dusted, than I make disintegrate.
Between you and I, I'll tell you, here's the difference.
Arrow to your chest, point blank, your dismissed.