[Brook Yung] Sometimes I look at the clouds and pray to the sky Thankin the angels for life every day I'm alive You say that I'm fly? Sort of like an angel disguised My reply's "What type of angel am I?" A fine angel My mind is an angle cradle hangin over my mind Halo hangs over my eyes you ride but drive safe though You, takin the L like right angles A bottomless triangle's the life that lay over the side I, see you smilin and lonely inside You spit rhymes just to see the pandemonium rise I only decide to rip when I'm controllin the beat So the whole world know that it's me... B! [Hook: repeat 2X] I stay rippin it the second I flow Get in the zone then I let it be known - you already know I gotta hit 'em with consecutive flows I get it on, then I'm lettin it go - you already know [Brook Yung] Boom, clap, I do my dirt like a garden With mo' cuts than a rug or a carpet I bend flows that end most like the farthest And ring bells like the doors on apartments Plug, I need a deal or a bargain Give me a chance or a shot like the bar gives My flow fresher than a deoderant bar strip Ladies say HAY like the gra** that the barn gets Okay~! I'm on point like a dart is The same dart gettin thrown at a target Another thrown at my bottom, gettin parked in And I ain't leavin, I'm gettin my Rosa Parks in [Hook]