SkyBlew - Tell Em I Flew (Ft. Faith Langley)

[Verse 1]
See I got more style than your stylist
It’s kinda hard to explain what my style is
My reflection I smile when I see it
But understand I am far from conceited
‘cause I ain’t worried ‘bout tryna be fresh
I’m tryna find my destination like Mapquest, uh
I look at the stars and say, “the world is ours”
But it’s not, we basically borrowing
By yesterday I’m tryna bring tomorrow in, yeah
A cool breeze, yeah, you can feel me in the wind
I’m on the rise like airplanes elevating
To the top floor, now it feels like I’m levitating

[Chorus]
Look in the sky, I’m that dude
Feel that breeze? Yes, that’s Blew
My flow dopе, oh yes, that’s true
How I get hеre, just tell ‘em I flew

Tell ‘em I flew
Just tell ‘em I flew
Tell ‘em I flew
T-tell ‘em I flew

Tell ‘em I flew
Just tell ‘em I flew
How I get here, just tell ‘em I flew
[Verse 2]
Yeah, people spectating ‘cause I’m spectacular
With a mic, Tyson bite your ear off (ouch)
And you can call that a sound bite
Oh, they left, yeah, that sounds right
And I’m a nice [?] antagonist
[?] Facebook ain’t even tagging it
Keep the mic clutched, it comes in handy
Haters have a seat, boy, they can’t stand me
Y’all rap dudes slower than a ten speed
If God is with me, who can be against me?
No contest, but I got the Blewest eye
Your cloud’s gray, but my mind is a blue sky
Getting mad ‘cause you wish you could do this
But you can’t ‘cause you ain’t got coolness
When I hop on a beat I’ma spaz
‘cause I got more bars than Alcatraz (takeover)

[Chorus]
Look in the sky, I’m that dude
Feel that breeze? Yes, that’s Blew
My flow dope, oh yes, that’s true
How I get here, just tell ‘em I flew

Tell ‘em I flew
Just tell ‘em I flew
Tell ‘em I flew
T-tell ‘em I flew
Tell ‘em I flew
Just tell ‘em I flew
How I get here, just tell ‘em I flew

[Verse 3]
Work it out like a marriage getting together, uh
SkyBlew, the best color ever
Open the blinds of my mind, I expand
Like helium I blow tracks, I’m my own fan, man
Understand I’m cooler than you
It’s SkyBlew, do not get it confused with light blue
This life is a dream so they say
I guess I’m not alive ‘cause I’m wide awake…
Up with my hand on my pen to keep holding it
My flow is a work of art, now I’m just [holing?] it
And my pen getting shaky, rhyme book achy
I’m so sick I don’t catch colds, the colds catch me
My style is different, words is significant
My flow is magic, I guess I’m magnificent
Damaging samples, ripping up beat breaks
Oops, I broke it, I just made the beat break

[Chorus]
Look in the sky, I’m that dude
Feel that breeze? Yes, that’s Blew
My flow dope, oh yes, that’s true
How I get here, just tell ‘em I flew
Tell ‘em I flew
Just tell ‘em I flew
Tell ‘em I flew
T-tell ‘em I flew

Tell ‘em I flew
Just tell ‘em I flew
How I get here, just tell ‘em I flew

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