[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...)
