Skyview

David Thompson
DJ Prince on the beat
You all ready?
And we do it for the 9−1-9
King Mez, Kooley High
Listen my man Tab-One
Ay yo my mind is intact, aligned with rhyming facts
That summer solstice, keep the shine on the track
Mezatron, C-Smarts, Ichibon, Rap
But we never half-stepping cause we setting all the traps
Don’t be scared by the words that you heard in the booth
You heard we superb and they served you the truth
Like a herb to a root, we the earth and the fruits
Some herbs getting gassed cause they swerve in the coupe
Give a damn what you whipping, less it’s
Making friction in the kitchen, so listen we on mission
To leave them all biting the lines, they gone fishing
Dream team is leading the league, we all winning
Ice grill melting your team, they all grinning
Amazed by the ways we grazed the page, penning
Get fly putting emcees to the test
Up in NY, repping NC til the death
like the whole world looking down on me
Before it’s all over, they gon' put a crown on me
Learning that I’m deep, now they listening they drown on me
They looking at the promoters like «what you found, homie?»
You may not have heard of me, but I’m talk of the town homie
That may not mean much now, but never frown on me
Because my victory is sooner than you think
So just as soon as you blink, I promise it’s first down homie
You noun only, I’m resembling verbs
Kicking menacing words, to all you trembling herbs
We be manning the turrets for all you enemy birds
Trying to get sky views, they’ll never revive you
Who did you lie to? They told me that you
diamond records under pressure my nigga, I’m too cold
Never needed to mind, I stay with the bomb flow
On my Carolina pride, I promise it’s gon' show
recycle, but I’m going green tough
It’s me with the gringo and King, so bingo
So yea, the hole’s closer
But get out my face, you dead, the show’s over
Calling me a dog but I’m really the master
Cause I’m making them beg and roll over
Keep using your head and your shoulders
But don’t start confusing my bread with your loafers
I’m opinionated so they tend to hate it
I rise above, yea, I’m no gopher
I shoot for the moon and I move with computers
I make Delaware, no Dover
But you can bend over
That’s a big 10−4
Kooley High’s on the rise when we fly through the skies
Make you feel like you can’t get lower
Yea, DJ Prince what up?
Brooklyn, Raleigh wood
We’ll be back
Foolery on the boards
When we record, oh lord
Gotta bring out my new thing sword