Retch - Marmalade Sky lyrics

[Produced by Thelonious Martin] Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, no! [Verse 1] Ah, what the f**, vintage 'Lo letterman, RL veteran Move the work out of Edison with my brethren Hit the mapquest, f**s a rap check I move the pawns on the board Divert attention from the queen to the lords 20 years a veteran back of the fort Drugs galore, getting 'Lo from the loft Flip out the chopper then I'm swimming a shore Meet the connect on the beach Cop the coco with the sand in my sneaks Brief case exchange for the reserve notes Then pulled off in the surge boat The tides is rough, diamond on the pinky is plush Surround my feet with them cigarettes bu*ts, you know Bad habit, skin the rabbit, medium well is how I have it Truffle mac with the carrots, straight cla**ic No static on the craftmatic, making magic That's how it happened [Hook] The plan was perfect, you shoulda heard it I zip lined right through the curtains Tuck and roll into the corridor Then caught the vase before it hit the floor I snapped his neck at the drawing board Gather the prints, plant the bomb escape through the vent Parasail off the roof into the whip with the tints Then pulled off like a renegade Not to mention it was father's day The sky was marmalade [Verse 2] Toss 'em the chair, dropkick while it's still in the air Elbow drop to the retina, now he vision impaired Crime scene at the Bellagio The Cop was p**y but he stocky though I faked him out with the stop and go I broke his ankle, got his sock exposed He tried to style, look how I got him though Spin move, hurdle over a family of five Ass plop on the railing of the stairs and I slide Land on a skateboard, noseslide, on top of the grey Ford Somersault into your sunroof, pa** you a blunt, already lit Take this left here on fifth, hop out at the light And slide off with my b**h, five percent on the tint On the strip smoking Dank Sinatra, she had a gangsta father I make his daughter lick my balls as I load the chopper In the Heisman posture, wash the Polo boxers All I do is conquer [Hook] The plan was perfect, you shoulda heard it I zip lined right through the curtains Tuck and roll into the corridor Then caught the vase before it hit the floor I snapped his neck at the drawing board Gather the prints, plant the bomb escape through the vent Parasail off the roof into the whip with the tints Then pulled off like a renegade Not to mention it was father's day The sky was marmalade