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