Spillin' these soliloquies, I kill MCs
I don't give a pho. I'm so Vietnamese
Aim at your nuh and then the semi I squeeze
It's more than the bucks, I got penniless needs
If I put a pen to the mead feel a million degrees
I descended from G's, den filled up with thieves
You feel offended then please, take a minute to breathe
I'm demented, indeed. Roll Dominican leaves
Bare arms, I got rid of my sleeves
When in NYC, I rock cinnamon trees
Popped plenty of P's, copped plenty OZ's
At a slow speed thru Gotham city I breeze
Rather die on my feet, I can't live on my knees
Don't f*ck wit a man who got a familia to feed
Hard as steel, y'all hardly still in the lead
Who realer than he? I'm a different breed
Sincerely Shawn...
Pressure bust pipes but it also make diamonds
Step to the god, no chance of surviving
Gotta multiply so my math stay precise
Got a problem wit division so I'm carryin the 9
Add 3 for the gauge that we carry to the stage
Times 4 for the score that we gettin off the door
Last thing you wanna talk about is a war
Cock the hammer like Thor then shut down your tour
Every other rapper in the game is manure
Grown man bars yea my flow is mature
Never said I was pure. These rappers are sick what I spit is the cure
It isn't for the swiftest but for those who endure
She don't know if she want givenchy or Dior
Either way she still comin off dem drawers
Never was a baller but I made a couple dollars
Now I'm out for some more
Just rollin', tree smokin...
Cruisin' through the skyline coastin'
Just rollin', tree smokin...
Cruisin' through the skyline coastin'
From out of a city where the theme song is "tie me off"
Enough knocks and that'll lead to designer cars
Rope a dope, let you weave behind it all
And hammers turn or you might be the mighty Thor
You know the place, get your rent paid by the jar
I make it rhyme but none of this is a rhyme at all
You know exactly what it be whenever I'm involved
I rap like April 19, 1994
So stop with the comparisons, fam. Nobody comparable
OG's told me the plan. Let's get the llama thru
Meaning when they lift up their hands they gon' honor you
Either they gon' fear where you stand or they gon' copy you
All of it is flattery, and nothin' but nothin but
I caught it singlehandedly. Ain't no one attached to me
Caught it on my own shit. No one had to carry me
I'm 6'1, 215. They on the back of me
Just rollin', tree smokin...
Cruisin' through the skyline coastin'
Just rollin', tree smokin...
Cruisin' through the skyline coastin'
Skyline (feat. Fashawn & Skyzoo) Video (MV)
Performed By: Malcolm DeWayne
Language: English
Length: 3:53
Written by: Chazen Bright, Gregory Taylor, Malcolm Lockridge, Santiago Leyva
Malcolm DeWayne - Skyline (feat. Fashawn & Skyzoo) Lyrics
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Spillin' these soliloquies, I kill MCs
I don't give a pho. I'm so Vietnamese
Aim at your nuh and then the semi I squeeze
It's more than the bucks, I got penniless needs
If I put a pen to the mead feel a million degrees
I descended from G's, den filled up with thieves
You feel offended then please, take a minute to breathe
I'm demented, indeed. Roll Dominican leaves
Bare arms, I got rid of my sleeves
When in NYC, I rock cinnamon trees
Popped plenty of P's, copped plenty OZ's
At a slow speed thru Gotham city I breeze
Rather die on my feet, I can't live on my knees
Don't f*ck wit a man who got a familia to feed
Hard as steel, y'all hardly still in the lead
Who realer than he? I'm a different breed
Sincerely Shawn...
Pressure bust pipes but it also make diamonds
Step to the god, no chance of surviving
Gotta multiply so my math stay precise
Got a problem wit division so I'm carryin the 9
Add 3 for the gauge that we carry to the stage
Times 4 for the score that we gettin off the door
Last thing you wanna talk about is a war
Cock the hammer like Thor then shut down your tour
Every other rapper in the game is manure
Grown man bars yea my flow is mature
Never said I was pure. These rappers are sick what I spit is the cure
It isn't for the swiftest but for those who endure
She don't know if she want givenchy or Dior
Either way she still comin off dem drawers
Never was a baller but I made a couple dollars
Now I'm out for some more
Just rollin', tree smokin...
Cruisin' through the skyline coastin'
Just rollin', tree smokin...
Cruisin' through the skyline coastin'
From out of a city where the theme song is "tie me off"
Enough knocks and that'll lead to designer cars
Rope a dope, let you weave behind it all
And hammers turn or you might be the mighty Thor
You know the place, get your rent paid by the jar
I make it rhyme but none of this is a rhyme at all
You know exactly what it be whenever I'm involved
I rap like April 19, 1994
So stop with the comparisons, fam. Nobody comparable
OG's told me the plan. Let's get the llama thru
Meaning when they lift up their hands they gon' honor you
Either they gon' fear where you stand or they gon' copy you
All of it is flattery, and nothin' but nothin but
I caught it singlehandedly. Ain't no one attached to me
Caught it on my own shit. No one had to carry me
I'm 6'1, 215. They on the back of me
Just rollin', tree smokin...
Cruisin' through the skyline coastin'
Just rollin', tree smokin...
Cruisin' through the skyline coastin'
I don't give a pho. I'm so Vietnamese
Aim at your nuh and then the semi I squeeze
It's more than the bucks, I got penniless needs
If I put a pen to the mead feel a million degrees
I descended from G's, den filled up with thieves
You feel offended then please, take a minute to breathe
I'm demented, indeed. Roll Dominican leaves
Bare arms, I got rid of my sleeves
When in NYC, I rock cinnamon trees
Popped plenty of P's, copped plenty OZ's
At a slow speed thru Gotham city I breeze
Rather die on my feet, I can't live on my knees
Don't f*ck wit a man who got a familia to feed
Hard as steel, y'all hardly still in the lead
Who realer than he? I'm a different breed
Sincerely Shawn...
Pressure bust pipes but it also make diamonds
Step to the god, no chance of surviving
Gotta multiply so my math stay precise
Got a problem wit division so I'm carryin the 9
Add 3 for the gauge that we carry to the stage
Times 4 for the score that we gettin off the door
Last thing you wanna talk about is a war
Cock the hammer like Thor then shut down your tour
Every other rapper in the game is manure
Grown man bars yea my flow is mature
Never said I was pure. These rappers are sick what I spit is the cure
It isn't for the swiftest but for those who endure
She don't know if she want givenchy or Dior
Either way she still comin off dem drawers
Never was a baller but I made a couple dollars
Now I'm out for some more
Just rollin', tree smokin...
Cruisin' through the skyline coastin'
Just rollin', tree smokin...
Cruisin' through the skyline coastin'
From out of a city where the theme song is "tie me off"
Enough knocks and that'll lead to designer cars
Rope a dope, let you weave behind it all
And hammers turn or you might be the mighty Thor
You know the place, get your rent paid by the jar
I make it rhyme but none of this is a rhyme at all
You know exactly what it be whenever I'm involved
I rap like April 19, 1994
So stop with the comparisons, fam. Nobody comparable
OG's told me the plan. Let's get the llama thru
Meaning when they lift up their hands they gon' honor you
Either they gon' fear where you stand or they gon' copy you
All of it is flattery, and nothin' but nothin but
I caught it singlehandedly. Ain't no one attached to me
Caught it on my own shit. No one had to carry me
I'm 6'1, 215. They on the back of me
Just rollin', tree smokin...
Cruisin' through the skyline coastin'
Just rollin', tree smokin...
Cruisin' through the skyline coastin'
Writer: Chazen Bright, Gregory Taylor, Malcolm Lockridge, Santiago Leyva
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Missing Link Music
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Missing Link Music