Head in the Clouds

[Verse 1] The drama started up in Heaven, chilling when the phone rang It was Saint Peter, he said get the heater We have new angels, in their eyes I saw sin They came to the gates and I wouldn't let 'em in Homeland security's tighter up in Heaven Ever since 9/11 Anyway, back to the phone call Saint Peter said Motherfuckers bum rushed me, punched me in the head Threw up gang signs, couldn't hear what was said Took the keys, shot me, left me there for dead Still breathing but bleeding, bullets start to sting Couldn't fly so I called the hospital of kings Choir wanna solo, I will never sing They tried to say the doctors had to amputate my wing Took a spot, set up shop, selling dust to angels We work hard for that, get the guns, it's time to tango [Hook] Hey you get off my cloud You don't know me and you don't know my style Hey you get off my cloud Try to take Heaven but I gotta give you hell Hey you get off my cloud You don't know me and you don't know my style Hey you get off my cloud Try to take Heaven but I gotta give you hell [Verse 2] Motherfuckers got me filled with anger Clouds in Heaven being run by some strangers Angels wasn't normal, naughty little devils They said fuck everybody, independent rebels To prove a point they executed Michael In broad daylight, then repeated cycle Murdered Gabriel then said the cloud is ours You bitches up here, you don't want no war That's what one said, he had a wife, he beat her It was clear to me that he was the leader Rocked a platinum halo with diamonds on it Pumping a cd, he was rhyming on it The beats was hot, could've had better timing on it Anyway, I said that to say this Selling all that angel dust in Heaven made 'em rich High rollers, they heated up and got colder Now selling dope, they got it on smash Other angels can't cope and they wanna kill they ass The higher-ups know they making cash, they on the take Gotta grease they palms, Heaven is political Movement take muscle when getting physical Mind over matter on the cloud is getting critical (Critical) What we gonna do? What we gonna do? [Hook] [Verse 3] The leader was arrogant, walked with a swagger Even when he flew, he did that snotty too Couldn't take no more, flap wings, got the pistol Demons think we sloppy, break 'em off proper Didn't have a vest, too vain, he didn't need that Shot him in his chest, blew the feathers off his back That set it off, the war was on Thought he was a king but he was only a pawn Crew turned to cowards once their leader was gone Bullets start to shower, angels start to shiver Blood start to drip until it made a river No angel police, this was settled on the streets Looked the other way, a word they didn't say Cause they all knew someone's gonna pay Chase the demons outta here, got back our flow Keep it moving niggas, we had to let them know [Hook] (Word up) The bottom line is we got it back Back in business Something goes down, if a bag is sold I want our cut I want a cut I want in on everything