Blue Sky: Blood My In Is Music

[Verse 1: Kano] Van Gogh the beat Banksy the street No spoilt bitch but the 16's are sweet Paint pro's a picture Rolls gold the wrist up One goal and its to Joint raps elite Ian Wright inspired Illmatic and higher Bob Marley defiant Iron, Lion and Zion Two uncles of mine That thumped Gregory Isaacs Pop Pop Rewind that; Blood My In Is Music I see pride I see power Bad ass motherfucker Call me Jack Bauer Push boundaries Fuck you pussy's Why sugar coat it like Rowntree's Steve Job's of rhyming Stay thinking forward Nigger stop trying to A&R When you're around me Don't take civilian advice 'Cos I do me You do you like you're watching blue movies I does this This is routine Like 5,6,7,8 Told them suicide Nigger detonate Grime, need some new laws I'm trying to legislate Find me some new doors I'm trying to break in them To fly to a new height Kite in the blue sky It all started as a dream I wanted to be Pay as you G... Question: Now who's the best? Still Willy, you and G Perfection was all I was really paying you G's And I've been getting money since Versace blue jeans The road ain't my thing cuzzy but big up you G's Plural, funeral for snitches who 'G Can't pimp K 'cos a nigger UG Break a nigger face like D-U-G Mr. Blue Sky while I'm praying for the rain Complacent when I'm happy so I'm praying for some pain Porsche Cayman ride shotgun Let me take you down memory lane Started Home Sweet Home nothing heavy on the brain Beats and Bars reinforced a niggers reign London Town's where I fell out with the fame Industry politics I thought we could abolish this 'Cos honestly the game was trying to break like I'm promises Anti record label 'til they employ basic common sense Grime Street want my independence and I run with it Rain on the nigger's until they find out where the brolly is Method to the Maadness, put my money where my mouth is Put 60 bags of my own fucking cash in I'm a fucking real artist, they're acting Plus I'm on my Idris shit bitch I'm acting Tour the whole Atlas with Gorillaz and The Clash Me, Willy, Diz and Bizzle put these spitters on the map Passport full up 'cos the Visa's and the stamps in Not a fucking Nando's stamp bitch, travelling Yeah the boy done good from East Ham That little engine that could is now the track king My antics aren't for the A-list, I'm Alien Dropped E.T. and it's a mad ting I tell 'em we might breathe the same air And we bathe in the same sun And even drink the same water But you can see I'm in a league of my own See I'm in a league of my own See I'm in a league of my own yeah League of my own yeah So this is now how I'm living Took it to the street now a nigger's in the business Puppet on a string? No nigger I'm the realest Really I'm the realest So leave me alone So leave me alone yeah Leave me alone yeah Heart and soul in this shit Time and dough on this shit This game is my life So I'm just having fun with this bitch