(Write your name across the sky)
It's hard to find yourself sometimes ya know?
(Write your name across the sky)
But if you write your name in the sky you always see yourself
(You're a genie in disguise)
So I want everybody to... lay back and look in the sky
(You're a genie in disguise)
And see their names
(and...)

They say a diamond is a girl's best friend
I guess my best friend is a diamond cause she's my girls best friend
They say a dog is a man's best friend
I guess my bitch has a diamond flea collar necklace
Life is Tetris, you gotta find the best fit
Mistakes build up so much there's no exit
Too many mistakes, the game over
I make mad mistakes every time I ain't sober
Mary Jane came over and drove me insane
Over and over again, Notice the name?
Smoking it softened the pain
Focused on the wrong things
This song brings harmony to all these small things
Charles sees far too many flaws, but he can't change uh
So many people out to get me, but can't name em
Got the mind of a pistol, but I can't aim it
A real black republican, no campaigning
Hip Hop died but she put me in her will
That's why I'm cocky not looking for a deal
But I told HchO "Don't ever forget"
You better be right about this Demevolist shit
My mom thinks I'm a black sheep
Bitches try to get at me
Want to be in the back seat just so they can grab me
I shit on em and that be exactly the reason they want to get they man to come clap me
Its wack see, but it's my life
And it's something I die
Puffin the la, watch the smoke float up to the sky
They hate the truth, but they love you in lies
I'm justified, feelin like Justin inside
My best friend Tyrone, won't leave me alone
Musically he found his zone
He wanna make mad hits
I wanna make classics
He feels my sample and its bad shit
If you wanna make money, then stop with all that shit
Fuck doing it for the money I want a whole track list
Then it's some mad sick shit
Lasting in the memory of every hip hop head
Do it endlessly, in this industry you gotta stand out
E.g. every time that 2Pac would say Hennessey
But back to this rapping shit
I'm always made to feel inadequate, the man on stage
But I'm a nobody after it, the spotlight fades
But I'm still chasing after it, the jack of only one trade
Damn right, I mastered it
Sha-Leik , the n***a for the mixing and the mastering
Three's and space bars and the occasional accident requiring apple+z
Mistakes I just kept em, make an excuse for em
Or make the whole world accept em
Whatever it takes to make a hypnotizer record
I wish I had the poetic skills, of my man Kesed
Wish I knew a woman who was artistic
Who could give me head, let me beat and still teach me a lesson
I guess I got a spoken word fetish, get it?
Uh, uh, I guess I got a spoken word fetish
Look In The Sky