araabMUZIK - Clouded Skies lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Zuu] Green up like a garden, this girl be saying "pardon?" American swag, Harlem, got a body that is harming One around your arm in Make it ring bells that's alarming, Arabic half, that's alarming Shake you with my right palm in With a funny side like Cartman I ain't talking 'bout the driving See, these brothers busy lying 'bout the guns that they be skying Screaming "fire" like a hydrant but they quiet like a mice is Time is of the crisis, we all want what's the nicest I don't care about the prices, I just care about the liking On the picture you be sharing, you ain't really caring 'Bout the dignity of parents, busy hearing To the extent of what they bearing They emulate that in what they wearing, truth-or-daring You should truth-or-dare him And see if he don't lie to the question that you ask And see if the dare he does won't put you on blast [Verse 2: Sketch] People moving like they're colourblind Would they really know deeply that the world's black and white? I should have a clear, open mind But for some reason, I can't sleep on it tonight Linking all the errors in my head I'm procrastinating, I don't really wanna go to bed I'm a danger to society, lyrics from the dead Hip hop ain't dying, it's just waiting to be fed They never thought that I could do this My old guys doubted me, I'm leaving them half clueless Fake love like my birthday just come up You say you live Elizabeth, you brehs are always sprung up See, I don't feel the need to brag Thinking 'bout thoughts till my brain gets the cramp Million things and opportunities I've had Now they just gone through like something slippery in my hand [Verse 3: Riks] Switch up the flow and just dump it Go in reverse, switch verses, then I've slumped it Wordplay so sick, you'd think I was a book script Easy where I go, keep these hoes on the new script Easy how I roll and just spark up this toothpick Beat so cold, rest in piece and I will rip Something like a Nike bomber jacket and I will tick Out strip, the feds hit yard to my new chick My flow is legit, disregard of a retard I import bars, hot bars, then I depart Discard bars that are B-cla** Export those nice thoughts that you do cast Outcla** any dude I clash, G You can bring it to me, I can bring it to you deadly I call my flow technology cause it's TEC, B Record tunes and my n***as on the set eat [Verse 4: AJ Tracey] Yo, Looney in the cut, thats a scary sight Telling me you on the strip, you ain't here at night Uh, and you can hear it sky Little k**ers die And I'm still on the Lizzy chase Couple gold sweets in the milly case My link telling me "oh you silly, Ché" Cuh we in the country like Billy Ray I be sitting on my own in a dark room Scribbling some bars and my mind's like a typhoon BabeStation on the telly, bruddas watching cartoons Punchlines sharp something like the harpoons Now my phone's blowing up from my ex I'm reaching for my Henney, this is too much stress I'm scrolling through my BB for a hoe to caress Nice brack and her breasts with the tats on her legs [Verse 5: Jay Amo] You bruddas popping dizzle in the club, I know you're moving bait I'm billing up a fat one in the shed as I hallucinate Accumulate, how many times do I communicate To duplicate that piff stink and dro that I be moving late? My brudda Looney's celebrating, yak and Jäger Don't know why they hating on me cause I be chasing paper I be with my brudda Zuu and we be blowing paper Blowing Os, blowing stresses, we inhale the vapour Window pane, all I need is weed Backstrap a fat spliff of the cheddar cheese Or strap down a fat spliff of the lemony OG kush or hash or the sour D I'm blazing every day Smoking every type of haze, waking up in different days Waking up in different times and I'm still on my grind Rapping on this beat but fam, I'm still repping grime