Kano - Blue Sky Lyrics

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[Kano]

Van Gogh the beat Banksy the street

No spoilt bitch but the 16s are sweet

Paint pro's a picture Rolls gold the wrist up

One go and its the joint raps elite

Ian Wright inspired Illmatic and I am

Bob Marley the fire Iron Lion and Zion

Two uncles? mind that Gregory Isaac

Blap blap rewind that;

Blood My In Is Music I see pride I see poor

Bad ass mutherf-cker call me Jack Bauer

Push boundaries f-ck you p-ssies

White sugar coated like Rowntree's

Steve Job's of rhyming stay thinking forward

Nigga 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 5678 told them suicide nigga detonate

Grime need some new laws I'm trying to legislate

Find me some new doors I'm trying to break 'em in

And 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? Willy you and G

Profession when someones really paying you G's

And I've been getting money since Versace blue jeans

The road ain't my ting cuzzie but big up you G's

Plural funeral for snitches all G

Can't pimp K 'cos a nigga UG

Break a nigga 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 niggas 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 me like I'm promises

Anti-record label til they employ basic common sense

Grime Street I want my independence and I run with it

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Rain on the niggas 'til they find out where the brolly is

Method to the Madness my money where my mouth is

Put 60 bags of my own f-cking cash in

I'm a f-cking real artist they're acting

Plus I'm on my agent shit bitch I'm acting

Tour the whole Atlas with Gorillaz and The Clash

Me Willy Diz and Bizzle put these spittas on the map

Passport full up 'cos the Visa's and the stamps in

Not a f-cking Nando's stamp bitch traveling

Yeah the boy done good from East Ham

That little engine that could is now the track king

My antics ain'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

Got a suit now this how I'm living

Took it from the street now my niggas in the business

Puppet on a string no nigga I'm the realest

No really I'm the realest

So leave me alone 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

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