Martin Sky - Tree Tops lyrics

Tree Tops actually serves as the albums first Interlude. The track is built around the Rugged Nuggets 45 "Yo Todo Tu Yo". Chopping a break that appears a minute into, and restructuring it. Then adding a low filter and some saturation as well as compressing the sample. Then i layered a heavy 808 and a ba** slide that appears every eight bars. Some percussions drive the rhythm mostly with some James Brown grunts adding to the nostalgic feel of this beat. This was actually the last record we recorded for the project. Almost in the 25th hour,Martin wanted to bring something different to the project and this was a great break early into the album [Intro] [Verse: Martin $ky] Versace on the sofa with the loafers in the back Pretty sober now I'm layin face first up off the pack And this time around I'm taking my unusual approach Pretty poached,get em soaked in lighter fluid burn they sh**ty raps with quotes from my old sh** The barrel looked vacant,but I fired on the rappers tryna make it out they basements Tryna get a verse from me to get that blog placement Cop an 8th and said "f** em" the end of that conversation Grillin meat while sittin higher than the tree tops Beat boxed and them tires screeched when the heat sparked Better keep the heat lasers aiming at the villain who sh** on everybody,k**ed em all and make the city news Put me in a box and watch me break out You can either pay me or the invoice from my pay pal Making more noise so I ain't hearin all the f** sh** Bar for bar you rappers know I ain't the one to f** wit Blunts is gettin hollowed out,rapper wit cotton mouth The product of a common doubt,their style is just too common now Started from the top and gettin nowhere fast Press the gas,let it coast,don't choke on all of that weed smoke Find somebody who would give a f** cause n***a we don't Negatives around so I'mma drag my square and be gone Fillin in the void wit a masterpiece,well actually I'm fillin it wit cannabis,combustions and catastrophes To the top with this grade A music Dope game the influence,propane got it brewin In that booth spit the real,that's the recipe jack Get a fade and fly on past where all them pigeons be at