Touch the Sky (feat. Lupe Fiasco) - Kanye West

Drill music, pop that pill music Kill music Desecrating the temples and the ghetto Funeral processions increase their frequency Because we can't break the spell of Geppetto No one knows And scrolls of obituaries contain more words than dictionaries That will define how lions in Zion became alley cats Who traded their baseball bats for gats that spat Blood of the people across steeples And concrete jungles that turn playgrounds into graveyards That buried generations of black and brown men Who left their post because they were misguided by ghosts in the land of the living Ready, aim, fire Wanna be the block but can't buy the block Bulldozin' the block, makin' the Red Sea choke on bones Of drones sent by PPP loans to see how you spent the money Left, left, right, left To figure it out while the ancestors watch and aid those who call out to them Through altars, pay phones, saxophones, bottles of liquor, glasses of water The sum of a son and a daughter equals new life, the holy trinity He was a baby boy, but he was kin to me Born to Basimah and the hands of the lion who said "Store your water in the basement because one day, it would be scarce and polluted" He said, "One day, grocery stores will be bearing" Learn how to grow your own food and don't get caught staring down the barrel of a gun" Learn how to run underground drills in Zion To be reborn lets you be scorn by the ways of the wicked Who pillage our communities and natural resources for profit" He said, "My children, each of you are prophets Don't let money be the sum of your deeds Pull the weed from your mind Look to the front, the side and behind You each have blades that will drill a new earth Manifest the new world that Columbus thought he found Band together to reverse the weather to unite the seeds of the oppressed Stand together and work righteously to be blessed For generations to come Drill down, Zion is in you"

Yeah Yeah The Cool Turn me up Uh-huh Yeah He came back In the same suit that he was buried in Similar to the one his grandfather was married in Yes, he was still fresh to death Bling, two earrings, a chain laying on his chest He still had it 'cause they couldn't find it And the bullets from his enemies sat like two inches behind it Smell the Hennesey from when his niggas got reminded And poured out liquor in his memory, he didn't mind it, but He couldn't sip it fast enough So the liquor was just filling the casket up Floating down by his feet was the letter from his sister Second grade handwriting simply read, "I miss ya" Suit jacket pocket held his baby daughter's picture Right next to it, one of his man's stuck a Swisher He had a notion as he laid there soaking He saw that the latch was broken, he kicked his casket open And he This life goes passing you by It might go fast if you lie You go and you live then you die Oh-oh-oh-oh If life goes passing you by Don't cry If you breaking the rules Making your moves (yeah) Paying your dues (uh-huh) Chasing the cool Not at all nervous as he dug to the surface Tarnished gold chain is what he loosened up the earth with He used his mouth as a shovel to try and hollow it And when he couldn't dirt spit, he swallowed it Working like a, hmm, reverse archaeologist Except, his buried treasure was sunshine So when some shined through a hole that he had drove It reflected off the gold and almost made son blind He grabbed on to some grass and climbed Pulled hisself up out of his own grave and looked at the time On the watch that had stopped six months after the shots That had got him in the box wringing Henny out his socks Figured it was hours because he wasn't older Used some flowers to brush the dirt up off his shoulders, so With a right hand that was all bones and no reason to stay He decided to walk home So he This life goes passing you by It might go fast if you lie (yeah) You go and you live then you die Oh-oh-oh-oh If life goes passing you by Don't cry (uh) If you breaking the rules (yeah) Making your moves (uh) Paying your dues (uh) Chasing the cool He begged for some change, to get him on a train "Damn that nigga stank", is what they complained Tried to light the blunt but it burst into flames Caught the reflection in the window of what he became A long look, wasn't shook, wasn't ashamed Matter fact, only thing on his brain was brains, yeah And getting back in his lane, doing his thang First he had to find something to slang Next stop was his block It had the same cops Walked right past the same spot where he was shot Shocked that some little niggas tried to sell him rocks It just felt weird being on the opposite They figured that he wasn't from there So they pulled out and robbed him With the same gun they shot him with Put it to his head and said, "You scared, ain't you?" He said, "Hustler for death, no heaven for a gangster" and This life goes passing you by It might go fast if you lie You go and you live then you die Oh-oh-oh-oh If life goes passing you by Don't cry If you breaking the rules Making your moves Paying your dues Chasing the cool Yeah Uh Cool

Yeah, man, you know, how you doing? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Ain't nothing to it, ain't nothing to it (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Welcome back, you feel me (yeah, yeah, yeah) Ha, Trakk, what up? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and I contort, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and it contorts, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era (Ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err) Lies to the judge, rain in the sky And the sea might rise what slides to the mud Sty's to the flies from all kinds of demise Reporting live from the hive and all sides of the sludge One deep meditate, one street separate "Hi" to the Crips, "Goodbye" to the Bloods But it was the Souls, the Lords and GDs Segregated by the street in the Chi' where I was Got wise to the nudge Why buy a tub when they bayou'll flood? Better buy you a sub How you gon' survive in the club? You gon' kayak it 'cause when it rise up above And the waves come in push and the tidals'll shove What's an infrared dot to a whole dot gov? Look right in the eyes of a thug Lil' dumb street shit don't apply to the plug I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and I contort, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and it contorts, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era (Ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err) My warning shots headshots, cut off all my dreadlocks I ain't wanna head wash no more What you mean headshot? Nigga said headshots Nigga like a helmet with a GoPro, but I mean Golgo 13, genius 'cause the verse mean 'Member we earthlings, nigga, can you put that in slow-mo? Hope so, headshots Brains in a pan, so that's a no-no Might not get it, but it's dope though, matter fact, loco Surrounded by gang members and a lot of po-po That's real, but it might sound like a joke though Never know, keep both sides in a chokehold I just wanted credit, used to sweat it like show clothes Now I don't even know who wrote those Maybe my ghost knows (boo) but we both cold I done used to write all my ghost flows, wrote each other solos (boo) Now the nigga say he want co-pros Money from the shelves and rights to the logo (boo, boo) "Do you want a lawyer?" No, ho I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and I contort, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era I defend myself in court, this is sport, I get signals from the source I can twist, and it contorts, I just feel like I'm a Porsche I'm Carrera, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era -Era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era, -era (Ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err, ee-err) I defend myself in court, yes, yes, this a sport, yes Signals from the source, yeah, twist and contort, yes Feel like I'm a Porsche, just like a Porsche Yes, I'm Carrera (-era, -era, -era, -era) I defend myself in court, yes, yes, this a sport, yes Signals from the source, yeah, twist and contort, yes Feel like I'm a Porsche, just like a Porsche Yes, I'm Carrera (-era, -era, -era, -era) I defend myself in court, yes, yes, this a sport, yeah Signals from the source, yeah, twist and contort, yes Feel like I'm a Porsche, yes, just like a Porsche, yes Yes, it's Carrera (-era, -era, -era, -era)

('Sup?) Yeah Yeah Yeah Uh, ah (let's go) You know wassup now (now) I stroll through the underworld in my up towns 'Til I'm over the hill I push touch-downs, it's over, I'm healed I put my crutch down, my vision is clear The central division is here They should give him a flare Give him a float, then give him the floor Just gimme my ye, gimme a yard I give you a year Lean on the yacht cap, gimme ya oars I'm rappin' the gift and the remedy dog It's what I shimmy down your chimneys for Money drop? (Nah) Your pennies from the penthouse I'm 50-20's from the 12th floor They waitin' on the downfall Of a G, like ground floor But I'ma be like Philly blunt Right here like right ear Grindin' like ground beef 'til me and the ground meet I get it crunk Over the hills and through the hoods we go (hey homie, where are you goin'?) With the F to the I to the A-S-C-O, (hey homie, where you goin' to?) Fi-i-asco (hey homie, where are you goin'?) Hey (can I ride with you?) Where ya' goin'? (Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu) (hey homie, where are you goin'?) (Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu) (hey homie, where you goin' to?) (Lupe) (hey homie, where are you goin'?) Yeah (goin' to) Yeah (uh) They should break in the company and take him in custody For takin' sumthin' so basic and makin' it uppity So publicly, so what if he hold something so stubbornly So grudgingly up in here for something that he does so lovingly From waitin' in the basement so humbly so hungrily Now it's finna get so ugly, so utterly unpretty So witty and so cunningly is he and there's no budgin' me It's like I'm next in line, there's no cuttin' me And it's like I never next to nine I never next in nine, well, I never Hold a rifle like motorcycle You know, where bad chicks sit Keep a .9 around my waist, like ninja back seat I mean I heat pack, like injured athlete So sit on back, before she get on back Over the hills and through the hoods we go (hey homie, where are you goin'?) With the F to the I to the A-S-C-O, yeah (hey homie, where you goin' to?) Fi-i-asco (hey homie, where are you goin'?) Hey (can I ride with you?) Where ya' goin'? (Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu) (hey homie, where are you goin'?) (Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu) (hey homie, where you goin' to?) (Lupe) (hey homie, where are you goin'?) (Goin' to) No where, yeah So as long as I'm right here and as long as there's Nike Airs We gon' get it on as long as light years Or as long as light's here, right here You will last as long as a nice pair of white airs with slight care (nigga) In other words, your career as long as dyke hair Keep it right here, y'all ball fades I'm all braids with white hair All man from a cold land like white bears And I 'on't wanna go back to the bike chair (chair) Then send 'em back when the back of that dyke's there (there) It's Lu, player, well let me back up like endos back of the bikes in the air But this ain't new years (nah), MAC out the window So when you see this player limpin' With the passenger tucked, just follow procedure Swallow your pride, and follow the leader 'cause Over the hills and through the hoods we go (hey homie, where are you goin'?) With the F to the I to the A-S-C-O, uh-huh (hey homie, where you goin' to?) Fi-i-asco (hey homie, where are you goin'?) Hey (can I ride with you?) Where ya' goin'? (Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu) (hey homie, where are you goin'?) (Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu-Lu) (hey homie, where you goin' to?) (Lupe) (hey homie, where are you goin'?) (Goin' to) ah, c'mon