Take Off With Me

[Verse 1 JGivens:] Then Uncle Sam got my Uncle Tom A cab in, Lower Manhattan Cause when you Black you gotta flash different color arms Sam laughed at the fact Tom sees nothin wrong My Aunt (ant) Hill still workin hard Got another job, quit that other other job Aunt Jemima cryin Uncle Lou got her twerkin hard Uncle Ben died while Peter parked the car My relative left evidence now he up at San Quentin Squeeze the clip seen the East Coast kid visitin Chino Hills, like it was really nothin Pursued Tom runnin, and then you shoot your cousin I wonder will Sam's undercover skills catch a relative Left evidence at the scene again Cause his fingertips left stain on the steel Sam found fresh prints (prince) how that uncle feel (Phil)? [Chorus (John Givez):] Sky might die and just hit the floor I might fly on my tippy toes I really don't know So much under me Sky might die and just hit the floor I might fly on my tippy toes I really don't know (uh, hey!) Sure feels good to me Sky might [Verse 2 (John Givez):] Evil Kenievel's what they call him Calluses from the carryin Iverson of all-in, call me Allen I'd like to do a show for you Jimmies, this here is Fallon I see fallacies, fathom the phantom of fancy operate I shunned your god today, the one that got the lowercase Gee, I'm gettin comfortable, tell my people to ándale Understand the complicate, you know, the complicated Conversation takin place whenever I attempt to stunt Words weigh a ton Is that the lie You could stay up in the dark or you could step to light I prayed up in the park so I could bless the sky Quit your stressin and guessin I'm a special guy; Ask my cousin Jeremi' [Chorus (John Givez):] Sky might die and just hit the floor I might fly on my tippy toes I really don't know So much under me Sky might die and just hit the floor I might fly on my tippy toes I really don't know (uh, hey!) Sure feels good to me [Verse 3 (JGivens):] It's one side to every story The other version is perverted and distorted Unless, of course, the former is a metaphor or an allegory Ay what's an allegory? That's an Italian word for lively drop the 'y' Please depending where the olay And we just Matador-ed your category Sabotaged your genre with the truth watch, it battle for me Leave that bull up in the lavatory A bitter something is a sweet nothing Faith is the substance of an optical reluctance Neither is it magic nor is it average to have it Y'all throw them stones, I'm backin my cousin In the Pac-12 2Pac sells, but when that mac fails Watch the P-I-M-PC user ask Dell The El, the Father, the author, the one who made it Created us creatively, so be creative. Boom [Chorus (John Givez):] Sky might die and just hit the floor I might fly on my tippy toes I really don't know Sky might die and just hit the floor I might fly on my tippy toes I really don't know