Take off with Me

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 nothing wrong

My Aunt Hill still workin' hard

Just got another job, quit that other other job

Aunt Jemima cryin', Uncle Luke 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 a 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, how that uncle feel?

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

Sure feels good to me

Sky might...

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'

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

Sure feels good to me

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

Aye what's an allegory?

That's an Italian word for lively drop the "Y" please

Depending where the "O" lay

And we just matador'd your category

Sabotaged your genre with the truth

Watch Him battle for me

Leave that bull up in the lavatory

A bitter something is a sweet nothin'

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-P C user ask Dell

The El, the Father, the author, the one who made it

Created us creatively, so be creative

Boom!

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