Lyrics
Your day dreaming, cause you will never hack it in rap,
West and me complete, a tag team to beat wack rappers who are crap,
We will break your back, in two separate places,
Snapped nerve frames and a crowd of shocked faces,
You can diss us all you want but never disgrace us,
Lace us up petrol and light a fucking match,
You’ve met your match; cause we’re two sick rappers, who bite back,
We will both leave you frame in braces, collapsed,
I’ll smoke so much weed I’ll pollute the world with one joint,
We on point with our lines that deliver you appointments,
To see a doctor with punch line remedies and ointments,
But no one can save an emcee that to me is a disappointment,
Queens of rage which splatter you lame and burn your name,
Rustle your board, leave everyone of your team slain,
Steal your game with a mind of a pick pocket,
Tunnel under beds and in-bed my fingers in eye sockets,
You’re running out of ink as I write this verse,
So you have to freestyle every track, and what’s worse,
Is that, your freestyle skills are all whack,
So from here on in, you have no future career in rap,
Head in the clouds,
You still think you’ll be an emcee,
Head in the clouds,
You still think you can pretend to me,
Head in the clouds,
You still think you’ll get a contract,
Head in the clouds,
Just retire and take your mic back,
Personalities Jekyll and Hyde my mentalities coincide,
Left side is deprived right side provides quality rhymes,
It’s time I surprised myself learn to combine my mind,
So I can comprise lines which stand the test of time,
It’s all mine concentrating on doing the taking,
Fuck faking it’s the awakening there’s no mistaking,
West is accommodating when it comes to humiliating,
Emcees who fail the test by choking, not participating,
I’m stating…that my verses are accurate, timing is immaculate,
So call me Acurrist coz you watch and you can’t handle it,
The candles lit and you can’t match this erratic spit,
If I never sell an album then I couldn’t be fucked with it,
Ripping this beat with constant heat voice of the streets,
Listen to me the w-e-s-t don’t speak anything weak,
The inclines been steep, but my speech has reached its peak,
Future looks bleak punch lines knock you into next week,
Bought cd’s first rate emcees just second thoughts to me,
Been sought for but they should be free never mind a fee,
Coz they deceive believe in me not what they perceive,
They’ll promise the world but you end up lost at sea with your,
Head in the clouds,
You still think you’ll be an emcee,
Head in the clouds,
You still think you can pretend to me,
Head in the clouds,
You still think you’ll get a contract,
Head in the clouds,
Just retire and take your mic back,
