Kiss the Sky

Lyrics

[Intro: Scratches by DJ Dutchmaster] "Excuse me as I kiss the sky..." "It was somethin' in the air" "Rest in the sky, the cloud's my sofa" "Put your seatbelts on, we 'bout to gain altitude" "Excuse me as I kiss the sky..." "It was s–" "It was somethin' in the air" "Rest in the sky, the cloud's my sofa" "Up to the sky!" [Verse 1: Blu] Re-introduction, I'm – bestin' your average Better with pads and raps than makin' passages, but still got it mastered Mistresses meet the bastard – kissing neck, a hazard Lips have been killing niggas since niggas been spitting classics Venomous with the vixens, vital for idle vags Midas, the mic I'm touching is priceless, sold like a plaque with it Smack wack writtens off track, wheel it back from the tracks Stacks, I eat like snacks, meals for raps, homie Skills you lack attract to me like black pussy Rap Cookie Monster's back, giving cats noogies Track bully, rap like the gat fully automat' Autograph the racks, the bitches and hoodies Hook her up for a brother, put her up on that other Put her love on my rubber and cookie cut her, huh, huh A smooth lover, wonder what was under covers When I woke, all my CDs was gone, she left the covers What the fuck?! [Scratch Hook: DJ Dutchmaster] "Excuse me as I kiss the sky..." "It was s–" "It was somethin' in the air" "Rest in the sky, the cloud's my sofa" "Up to the sky!" [Chorus: Mela Machinko] I'm fly, I shine so bright Like the star up in the sky I'm up, up to the sky, I'm so fly I'm gonna shine light Like a star up in the sky Lighten up right to the sky, I'm so fly [Verse 2: Blu] My name is up there, I'm on my God shit Got 'Lifted' 'Below The Heavens' and ain't stop since Mob shit, why should I pimp lob', shrimp? A picture worth a million words, I'm Gustav Klimt – bitch! Get your nametag aimed at Lyrics headed straight to your heart, you need a vein slap I took the game, now I'm here to give that fame back 'Cause really, it's way too many lames tryna claim Rap Rugged and powerful Hustlin' without a group, manager, label, or budget Fuck the shit out of loops Fuck it, born to bust it, what could a condom do? Nothing No fucking around, I ain't a prostitute Bumping underground when my pat'na swooped me up I got lots to do, running errands, I'll bring ya out ya shoes Hop got Hip and dropped the new from out the blue Outclassed and outrapped niggas, now I'm out for you Blaow! Giving a shout out to my child And another shot for anybody tryna do us foul The truest now, been the truest then You a sin, you a lie, I should look you in your eyes when you spit Turn the sky a different tint, when I'm pissed, pitch a tent This is my house, I'm Method, this is my cloud, bitch On my Brand New Heavies, eating my veggies and grits, ready to pimp Stay ready, you ain't gotta get ready, trick! [Scratch Hook: DJ Dutchmaster] "Excuse me as I kiss the sky..." "It was s–" "It was s–" "It was somethin' in the air" "Up to the sky!" [Chorus: Mela Machinko] I'm fly, I shine so bright Like the star up in the sky I'm up, up to the sky, I'm so fly I'm gonna shine light Like a star up in the sky Lighten up right to the sky, I'm just so fly [Outro: DJ Dutchmaster scratches, (Mela Machinko)] "Up to the sky!" "Up to the–" "Up–" "Up to the–" (Ooh...) "Up to the–" "Up–" "Up to the–" "Up to the sky!" (Oh, well...)