Marmalade Sky

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, no!
 Ah, what the fuck, vintage 'Lo letterman, RL veteran
 Move the work out of Edison with my brethren
 Hit the mapquest, fucks a rap check
 I move the pawns on the board
 Divert attention from the queen to the lords
 20 years a veteran back of the fort
 Drugs galore, getting 'Lo from the loft
 Flip out the chopper then I'm swimming a shore
 Meet the connect on the beach
 Cop the coco with the sand in my sneaks
 Brief case exchange for the reserve notes
 Then pulled off in the surge boat
 The tides is rough, diamond on the pinky is plush
 Surround my feet with them cigarettes butts, you know
 Bad habit, skin the rabbit, medium well is how I have it
 Truffle mac with the carrots, straight classic
 No static on the craftmatic, making magic
 That's how it happened
 The plan was perfect, you shoulda heard it
 I zip lined right through the curtains
 Tuck and roll into the corridor
 Then caught the vase before it hit the floor
 I snapped his neck at the drawing board
 Gather the prints, plant the bomb escape through the vent
 Parasail off the roof into the whip with the tints
 Then pulled off like a renegade
 Not to mention it was father's day
 The sky was marmalade
 Toss 'em the chair, dropkick while it's still in the air
 Elbow drop to the retina, now he vision impaired
 Crime scene at the Bellagio
 The Cop was pussy but he stocky though
 I faked him out with the stop and go
 I broke his ankle, got his sock exposed
 He tried to style, look how I got him though
 Spin move, hurdle over a family of five
 Ass plop on the railing of the stairs and I slide
 Land on a skateboard, noseslide, on top of the grey Ford
 Somersault into your sunroof, pass you a blunt, already lit
 Take this left here on fifth, hop out at the light
 And slide off with my bitch, five percent on the tint
 On the strip smoking Dank Sinatra, she had a gangsta father
 I make his daughter lick my balls as I load the chopper
 In the Heisman posture, wash the Polo boxers
 All I do is conquer
 The plan was perfect, you shoulda heard it
 I zip lined right through the curtains
 Tuck and roll into the corridor
 Then caught the vase before it hit the floor
 I snapped his neck at the drawing board
 Gather the prints, plant the bomb escape through the vent
 Parasail off the roof into the whip with the tints
 Then pulled off like a renegade
 Not to mention it was father's day
 The sky was marmalade