HeebzStreet - Above The Clouds Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] "It has come to our attention that a mysterious force is loose somewhere in outer space. The mysteries of creation are there." "Up in the sky?" "Up in the sky." "The moon and the planets avail and new hopes for knowledge and peace avail. And therefore as we set sail, we ask God`s blessing on the most hazardous and dangerous and greatest adventure on which man has ever embarked." Uh huh! Look [Verse] You haters mad, like a nipple slip the sh** is showing But 6 god damns and a beaver couldn't stop my flowing I'm going far and like a star I'll shine until I'm glowing Snakes in the gra**? Well my a** won't let em' pa** I'll mow em' And f** em up, cutting em up then hide the bodies And never speak about it at all, the Illuminati Getting naughty in my mind, f**ing hotties from behind Don't got a shotty or a nine I'm just a shawty on his grind I live staying positive and give the ma**es loving Cause they all like an ugly hoe, they ain't attracting nothing Rapping like poker go all in to call your bluffing Yeah I been bagged but that don't mean i'm into cuffin So, f** a hoe I'm 'bout my paper like a doobie roller And marijuana, if you lived my life would you be sober? Hell nah, but if I had to I would do it over Eyes red, this guy's fed, b**h I'm the truest stoner My b**h a nudist moaner, your b**h defuses bo*ers My music blown up makes you madder than a Buick owner And to the cats who want to k** me all you bums are jokes Go ahead and slit my throat the sh** is numb from coke I wouldn't feel it like nobody feels you You hear my flow then try to steal it to be real to Cause I spit in tact but the fact is that you wack as f** Yo sh** is a**, forget the rap and quit your acting up My flow is cold you getting told to zip your jacket up But rhymes hotter than a sauna when you crack it up So im, burning the wood and spittin obsurd I chill in the hood but live in the burbs, I'm feelin so good and hitting the herbs I spit this sh** like it ain't nuttin to a muhf**a I'm with your b**h and yep she cutting witta muhf**a The chronic lit, and yep we hit it like a muhf**a All I know Is dough I get it like a muhf**a Plan B, Uh Huh