Kiss the Sky - M-Phazes, Blu, Mela Machinko

The introduction I’m

Best to your average, better with pads

And raps that make you bask, but don’t gotta master

Mistresses meet the bastard, kissing it, a hazard

Lips have been killing niggas since niggas was spitting classics

Venomous with the vixens, vital for idle vagges

Midas this still like I’m touching his prices so like a plaque with it

Smack, wack, written off the tracks, wheel it back for me

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

Trap bully rap like the gat

Fully automat, autograph the rack that Giuseppe hoodie

Hook her up for a brother, put her up on that other

Put a love on my rubber and cookie cutter

A smooth lover wonder what was under covers

When I woke, all my CDs was gone, she left the covers

What the fuck

Excuse me as I kiss the sky

It was s-s-something in the air

Rest in the sky, the cloud’s my sofa

Up to the sky

I’m fly, I shine so bright up like the star up in the sky

I’m up into the sky, I’m so fly

I’m gonna shine light like the star up in the sky

I’m up into the sky, I’m so fly

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 live shrimp

A picture worth a million words, I’m Gustav Klimt

Bitch, get your name tag 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, hustling without a group manager

Label’ll budget fuck the shit out of loots

Fuck, you’re born to bust it, what could a condom do, nothing

No fucking around I ain’t a prostitute

Bumping underground when my partner swooped me up

I got lots to do, running errands im wearing Yacchi shoes

Hop got hip and dropped the new from out the blue

Outclass and outrap 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 nothing 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