Blu, Mela Machinko - Kiss the Sky lyrics

(Excuse me as I kiss the sky)
(It was something 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-s-something in the air)
(Rest in the sky, the cloud's my sofa)
(Up to the sky)

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 grit's
Ready to pimp, stay ready
You ain't gotta get ready trick