Track 2 Angels and Emblems

[Lyrics] Getcha process right Getcha processe right Get bent, then get "dented in" Whatever it was in You get hit, like a head-on collision This time no wills to fix it The gauge, or the "Canary Cage", Bust The piñata off the page Then tell it to a model actress No Diamond Dallas, just late nights shadows With British riders... Spend ya life riding The right-away Ya game a never merge Top of the cloud with Angel wings and Emblems pluck Quieter Quam Servitude... {Hook} Bone, Skulls, and Felonies Guns and Mercenaries Big Blunts and Radicals Prostitutes and Scavengers Angels, Arks, and Trumpets Flame, Wings, and Funky"ness" Heavy Shots and Loud Heaven on Top of Clouds [Verse 2] Big blunts with Imperial business Real living... with real lizards Death-a-kill ya Check the other side, the Holy Side That's down to ride Come off that loan shark with a tight fight Never brought the same city twice A living firm with only Play Clothes to judge his life However fair, with decibel, read its radical rights So honor the chance card Come get high seats, on some independence day Just let the title bling when the hoover craft wave Like an emotional roller coaster {Hook} Bone, Skulls, and Felonies Guns and Mercenaries Big Blunts and Radicals Prostitutes and Scavengers Angels, Arks, and Trumpets Flame, Wings, and Funky"ness" Heavy Shots and Loud Heaven on Top of Clouds [Verse 3] I wonder how, to break Angels hung off arks To create Emblems or Image of Legislative description Who remembers, not a guilty plea or flea government witcha With sweet glove, showing pod commitment Just to cultivate a man's spirit For heavy shots, they wanna see First, recognize heaven this loud So trumpet hone, when a butcher smile Getcha hallow tips and mercenaries Each verse is very scary Crack-his-arms, like the only seen is The Church of Theives.