Sky Is Falling
"To ill is that living legend,
Life is like the number 7, I had to walk through hell
Just to get to heaven. My weapons a microphone
Laced with a hot track knock it back, this is real hip hop jack
Coming straight outta New Guinea, My flow is so gritty,
Controlling the whole city, the hood is so wit me.
The fact that God like, put me in the spotlight
Trunk tight, if it aint rough it ain't right so,
Let me do the damn thing, I'm putting it down king,
You doubt the kid, bring every song they wanna sing,
But son, your sleeping on em, this is why I keep it on me,
You believe in fairytales, this here's the true story,
I'm world wide wit it that's why I 'm so fly with it,
Your soul brother number one, wait til I get it,
With Nujabes now, turntables keep spinning,
You love the way I perform thats why I stay winning"
"Now I stay caked up, despite the break up,
Fans miss my old group, but see me in the new coup,
Lacing up my new joints and measuring my 5 points
You study in detail, This is all CL, Smoooth,
So hard with it daddy, so nice with it baby,
Like school yard paid me, but its really all gravy though
No hard feelings, built to keep it moving,
Never asked what you be doing, just keep something brewing,
Let it bang, let it pop, while you call that copping,
I'm going straight to the top,
See me do it for the TV, Here skins the MC,
Back then it made you, now its gonna make me
Lately, see I'm living life so good,
Step my game up, got my street fam out the hood,
Let me climb up the charts now, all black art now,
Nuja play the flute, while your boy is getting loot. Uh!"
"You take my space, and put it to my face,
Solidify my place, in raps with paper chase,
Who got better taste in women and good living,
I'm feeling the whole room and none of you ladies do it,
I just wasn't truely expecting to see homie,
You know my name rings bells,
Yeah they all know me,
Hold down the fort, and hit em with an import,
And now CL Smooth to keep the street talk,
The ghettos we walk, rappers insecurity
You know I'm soon to be the poster child for unity,
They wanna be me thats all on my CD,
A real O.G. living up fast but free,
Let me mould you,
Show you how I spit lyrics,
Know all the words and dont speak a lick of english,
I stay global with it this is why I get it on.
It's the top dog return of the mecca don."
Life is like the number 7, I had to walk through hell
Just to get to heaven. My weapons a microphone
Laced with a hot track knock it back, this is real hip hop jack
Coming straight outta New Guinea, My flow is so gritty,
Controlling the whole city, the hood is so wit me.
The fact that God like, put me in the spotlight
Trunk tight, if it aint rough it ain't right so,
Let me do the damn thing, I'm putting it down king,
You doubt the kid, bring every song they wanna sing,
But son, your sleeping on em, this is why I keep it on me,
You believe in fairytales, this here's the true story,
I'm world wide wit it that's why I 'm so fly with it,
Your soul brother number one, wait til I get it,
With Nujabes now, turntables keep spinning,
You love the way I perform thats why I stay winning"
"Now I stay caked up, despite the break up,
Fans miss my old group, but see me in the new coup,
Lacing up my new joints and measuring my 5 points
You study in detail, This is all CL, Smoooth,
So hard with it daddy, so nice with it baby,
Like school yard paid me, but its really all gravy though
No hard feelings, built to keep it moving,
Never asked what you be doing, just keep something brewing,
Let it bang, let it pop, while you call that copping,
I'm going straight to the top,
See me do it for the TV, Here skins the MC,
Back then it made you, now its gonna make me
Lately, see I'm living life so good,
Step my game up, got my street fam out the hood,
Let me climb up the charts now, all black art now,
Nuja play the flute, while your boy is getting loot. Uh!"
"You take my space, and put it to my face,
Solidify my place, in raps with paper chase,
Who got better taste in women and good living,
I'm feeling the whole room and none of you ladies do it,
I just wasn't truely expecting to see homie,
You know my name rings bells,
Yeah they all know me,
Hold down the fort, and hit em with an import,
And now CL Smooth to keep the street talk,
The ghettos we walk, rappers insecurity
You know I'm soon to be the poster child for unity,
They wanna be me thats all on my CD,
A real O.G. living up fast but free,
Let me mould you,
Show you how I spit lyrics,
Know all the words and dont speak a lick of english,
I stay global with it this is why I get it on.
It's the top dog return of the mecca don."
Credits
Writer(s): Nujabes
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