Looking Glass

He flies so high up in the sky
Out of reach of you and I
And the only time that he touches is the ground
Is when…
Is when I crash land
Fuckin' with a bad man
Found album in the trashcan
I’m a fighter jet
He a paper airplane
Fold if you write for Leg, that’s insane
Enough of the guppies, got bigger fish to fry
Sharks and such but I live in the sky
Pray to God for you, out of respect for the League
I didn’t drop on you, I let you breathe
Now I’m back to the Basics like the song me and Pooh did
Might bring back the iggity cause I’m so sewage
Straight from there
N.C. is the state in there
I’m creatin' there, read the license plate in there
No
Not the letters that’s first in flight
He got, much better with the verses he write
Be out when freaks do, that’s out at night
Then vanish like Houdini/Whodini, I’m out of sight
He flies so high up in the sky
Out of reach of you and I
And the only time that he touches is the ground
Is when…
Is when he bump his head on the ma’fuckin' pavement
Can’t fuck with Leg, feelin' like the fuckin' greatest
Can’t see him in the sky, get out your telescope
I let 'em hang they self, I just fed 'em rope
Hand on my balls like the MJ logo
Since about '99, they hate I went solo
Broke away from the group, broke away for the loot
Took flight in the booth, broke out the parachutes
Fly as Tuskegee
Without the disease he
Spread like graffiti, no way to reach me
I aim at the target, I show my wingspan
Frank in The Departed
I did my thing man
Transform like Starscream and 'em
Since Son Of Sam was born
It was hard being him
I’m higher than the rest
I’m higher than the best
I’m like the weekly magazine, you know I’m Jet
He flies so high up in the sky
Out of reach of you and I
And the only time that he touches is the ground
Is when…