Touch The Sky — Kanye West
Intro/Chorus One: Kanye West
I gotta testify I'm up in the spot lookin extra fly 'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky Gotta testify I'm up in the spot lookin extra fly 'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky
Kanye West
Back when they thought pink Polos would hurt the Roc Before Cam got the shit to pop The doors was closed, I felt like Bad Boy's street team I couldn't work the locks/The LOX Now let's go, take 'em back to the plan Me and my momma hopped in that U-Haul van Any pessimists I ain't talk to them Plus I ain't have no phone in my apart-a-ment ... Let's take 'em back to the club Least about an hour I stand on line I just wanted to dance, I went to Jaboc an hour after I got my advance, I just wanted to shine Jay favorite line, dawg in due time Now he look at me like damn dawg, you what I am A hip-hop legend, I think I died in an accident, cause this must be heaven
Chorus One
Chorus Two 2X: Kanye
Now let's take them hi-ah-igh-igh-igh-ighhhh (Top of the world baby) (Top top of the world) A-la-la-la-lah-la-lahhhhh (Top of the world baby) (On top of the world)
Kanye West
Back when Gucci was the shit to rock Back when Slick Rick got the shit to pop I'd do anything to say I got it Damn, them new loafers hurt my pocket Before anybody wanted K-West beats Me and my girl split the buffet at KFC Dog, I was having nervous breakdowns Like Man - these niggaz that much better than me? Baby, I'm goin on an airplane And I don't know if I'll be back again Sure enough, I sent the plane tickets But when she came to kick it, things became different Any girl I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on Culdn't keep it home, thought I needed a Nia Long I'm tryin to right my wrongs But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, now
Chorus Three
I gotta testify Come up in the spot lookin extra fly 'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky You gon' touch the sky baby girl, testify Come up in the spot lookin extra fly 'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky
Lupe Fiasco
Yes, yes, yes, guess who's on third Lupe steal like Lupin the 3rd Here like air 'til I'm beer on the curb Peachfuzz buzz but bid on the verge Let's slow it down like we're on the syrup Bottle shaped body like Mrs. Butterworth But, before you say another word I'm back on the block like I'm layin on the street I'm tryin to stop lion/lyin like I'm Mum-Ra But I'm not lyin when I'm layin on the beat En garde, or touche', Lupe cool as the under But I still feel posessed as a gun charge to come/cum as correct as a porn star And a fresh pair steps in my best foreign car Self, I represent the first Now let me end my verse right where the horns are
Chorus Three
We take it home baby Sky high, I'm, I'm sky high I'm, I'm sky high I'm, I'm sky high I'm, I'm sky high I'm, I'm sky high Sky, uh, sky high I'm, I'm sky high Yeah, keep it rollin, yeah Feels good to be home baby, feels good to be home