Clouds – XL The Band (feat. Daniel Adair)

Explicit business
Antithesis is
Our whole existence
Living, learning
Through hits and misses
To close the distance
Too relentless
Who goes against us
They need repentance
I got a penchant
Don’t got a pension
Real intentions
Don’t gotta mention
Real friendships
Grow from dissension
Speak my mind to ease the tension
Honesty my secret weapon
Why you lie in self contention

I fell to the earth from an orbiting satellite
My birth right on first light is feeding my appetite
My hunger level is a major issue
I eat a pen and then a page and when I aim I never miss you
(So) I keep the target on lock the smoking barrel on stock
My spoken word will put a hole in your heart (why)
Cause I’ve been striving climbing driving and arriving on set
Only forevers love and diamonds and death
Nevertheless let me invest in what my future should be
Another one will bite the dust I
Buster Douglas a beat
I’m straight up a rhyme champ I put a cramp in your camp
Illuminated like a lamp I put my stamp on the amp
I’m the feature on your speaker you should hear me in stereo
My voice is like a posse cut reminds me of scenario
Oh there he go again alphabetical revenge
And everything he calculates is not identical to them
Amen!

I’ve been up above the clouds
I’ve been up above the clouds
I’ve been up above the clouds

Stay on the topic
Disregard logic
Remember the magic reel

I’ve been up above the clouds
I’ve been up above the clouds
I’ve been up above the clouds

Simon says hands up
Go on give the band love
And some
And 1
3 points
From MC’s to B-Boy’s
Graffiti on the street
Homie posted for the decoy
DJ crash the party like LEROY
Still bad as ever
Still cold as sweater
Still roll together
And life is a bitch
I know cause I met her
Momma told me people will talk but no one compares to yuh
Hold the clock
Stop for a second
Still you ain’t catching up
Above the clouds
I could go hundred rounds
I’m lovin the ups and downs
Give me something to strive too
Or die for
Need to think of “I” more
Surroundings lately an eye sore
Getting back feeling
Life as a cyborg
Writing on ceilings
Lying on my floor
Never am I poor
I’m rich in love
Wish em’ the same
Blessing the game
Ducking the fame
Same with the lames
Say what you say
Put rappers in bags
And send em away

I’ve been up above the clouds…