Wednesday, October 20, 2010

So High

I fly so high.
Sittin on top of the world.
I'd say the sky is limit. Nah, that ain't me.
The sky is proverbial, I'm extra-terrestrial.
Not alien.
Ha. Keep playin.
God made me in his image. Yeah, He don't play.
You think he'd make me green or like E.T.
Song playin over the beat...Phone home, phone home.
Lil Weezyana keep that please. I don't need your rhymes or that sick beat.
Even Nas had a point, if Heaven was a mile away.
Except he's only a prayer away.
Swallow that.
You see I got three guys fightin for me.
The Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.
Ok that's one.
But my one don't need a two.
To the three, to the four.
He wrecked that beat and you don't even know what you waitin for.
Apocalypse maybe?
Come here, baby.
Smh all over the place.
Actin up, sippin up, livin it up.
Puh-leez.
I ain't crazy. Ok I take that back.
But better to be crazy then crazy and dead.
All up in the bed.
I'm not perfect don't try me.
But baby baby please save me.
Save me? Save you.
I'm rubber and you're glue.
Whatever bounces off me...please tie your shoes.
Safety hazard.
Don't want to trip before you make that fall
Into oblivion.
Come sit in my pavilion.
I got a gazebo that goes wherever he go.
Cause though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Oh man, you playin. There's that gazebo.
Come on here we go.
I come to the garden alone but we all know
Those footprints aren't mine alone.
He carries me.
Like Drew Kerry he knows every line.
But let Wayne Brady hit that repeat.
Yeah, that's right.
Wayne Brady smash it everytime he sing.
I watch those international delight commercials
Just to wish I had a smiley face cup
And say a little prayer for you, forever and ever and ever its true, I will love you.
Ok check it, one two one two.
I was told rappers don't count on the mic
But if they don't count there then where do they count?
Ah, a play on words. I'm so funny.
Psh. Puh-leez.
Let's get back to the subject.



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