Touch The Sky (Instrumental)

I gotta testify Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly 'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky Gotta testify Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly 'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky Back when they thought pink Polos'd hurt the Roc Before Cam got the shit to pop The doors was closed, I felt like Bad Boy's street team I couldn't work the locks Now let's go, take 'em back to the plan Me and my momma hopped in that U-Haul van Any pessimists I ain't talk to them Plus I ain't have no phone in my apart-a-ment Let's take 'em back to the club Least about a hour I stand on line I just wanted to dance, I went to Jacob a hour After I got my advance, I just wanted to shine Jay favorite line: "Dawg, in due time!" Now he look at me, like, "Damn, dawg! You where I am!" A hip-hop legend, I think I died In a accident, 'cause this must be heaven I gotta testify Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly 'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky Gotta testify Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly (yeah) 'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky (woo) Now let's take 'em hi-i-i-i-i-igh, la-la-la-la-la, la-la (Top of the world, baby, t-top of the world) Now let's take 'em hi-i-i-i-i-igh, la-la-la-la-la, la-la (Top of the world, baby, t-top of the world) uh Back when Gucci was the shit to rock Back when Slick Rick had the shit to pop I'd do anything to say I got it Damn, them new loafers hurt my pocket Before anybody wanted K. West beats Me and my girl split the buffet at KFC Dog, I was havin' nervous breakdowns Like, "Man, these niggas that much better than me?" Baby, I'm goin' on a aeroplane And I don't know if I'll be back again Sure enough, I sent the plane tickets But when she came to kick it, things became different Any girl I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on Couldn't keep it at home, thought I needed a Nia Long I'm tryna right my wrongs But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, now I gotta testify Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly 'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky You gon' touch the sky, baby girl Testify Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly 'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky Yes, yes, yes Guess who's on third? Lupe steal like Lupin the 3rd Here like ear 'til I'm beer on the curb Peachfuzz buzz but beard on the verge Let's slow it down like we're on the syrup Bottle shaped body like Mrs. Butterworth But, before you say another word I'm back on the block like I'm layin' on the street I'm tryin' to stop lion like I'm Mumm-Ra But I'm not lyin' when I'm layin' on the beat En garde, or touché, Lupe cool as the unthawed But I still feel possessed as a gun charge Come as correct as a porn star In a fresh pair steps in my best foreign car So, I represent the first Now let me end my verse right where the horns are, like, uh I gotta testify Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly 'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky You gon' touch the sky, baby girl Testify Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly 'Fore the day you die (yeah), you gon' touch the sky We back at home, baby! Uh, sky high (yeah) I'm, I'm sky high I'm, I'm sky high I'm, I'm sky high I'm, I'm sky high I'm, I'm sky high Sky, uh, sky high I'm, I'm sky high Yeah! Keep it rollin' Yeah! Uh, feels good to be home, baby! Feels good to be home!