Bridge [Jackson Browne's Late for the Sky playing]

How long have I been runnin' for that morning flight/
Through the whispered promises and the changing light?/
Of the bed where we both lie/
Late for the sky/-


Hook 1

Been here for too long/
Said "it's time to ride"/
Got to push it on/
Cuz I'm/-
[One, two]/
Been here for too long/
Guess it's time to fly/
Got to get along/
Cuz I'm/-
[Late for the Sky]/
Been here for too long/
Got to/
Ugh/
Cuz I'm/
Late for the sky/-

Verse 1 [Reb-El]

Ugh/
Too late for the due date/
Gotta get cake/
No debate/
We late, we late for that Vanilla Sky/
Tryna Cruise/
Need that cake to bake and sell/
Or see the underworld/
But we underrated/
As we waited/
For critics to rate it/
Goin in blind like Ray did/
Or cops to a part and raid it/
Already stated: we ain't made it/
Hands on the race with the bottles (ugh)/
We faded (ugh)/
Don't ask me "where the tab be?"/
"Where the taxi?"(Ugh)/
When they tax me/
Ugh, we paid it (ugh)/
Smokin high-grade so how's the grade with gold bottles?/
(Ugh)/
We Aced it/
So success, we tasted/
And between the eyes/
You know/
Surround you, you gotta face it/
Ugh/
Droppin' classics when the bass hits/
We sure (shore) like where the base is/
City on the shoulders/
So REB pulls/
As this cab runs off Red Bulls/
(Ugh)/
So we some carve our names/
We some motherfuckin' skycrapers/
But we tryna see where this cab takes us/-


Hook 2

Been here for too long/
Said "it's time to ride"/
Got to push it on/
Cuz I'm/-
(One, two)/
Times have come and gone/
Yes, it's time to ride/
Early in the morn'/
Yeah/-
(Late for the Sky)/
Been here for too long/
Said it's time to ride/
Got to push it on/
Cuz I'm/
(Late for the sky)/
Times have come and gone/
Yes, it's time to fly/
Got's to get along/
(Late for the sk)/-


Verse 2 [Aldrian Auteur]

From the bottom of the gallery lookin' up at so-lar/
Wondering if the attention should always be on Mars/
What about the ones/
Left in the dark/
Settin' apart/
Stretchin' their heart/
For a spec of light/
Just tryna reflect what's right?/
It the space less traveled/
I find it best best narrowed/
And open-ended but I must expect battle/ 
With the next shadow/ 
till my flesh scarecrow/
I will stretch concertos/
With the deffest air flow/ 
Til' you stop congestin' arrows/
I am/
Just a pharoah who trusted his step too careful/
Kept the script velcro/
Took the "yes" for "welcome"/
Strayed away his shallow/
And braved the day with ammo/
Played the great commando tryna make is way to Cairo/
But only found the gallows cuz he didn't keep the map close/
Became a man, neurotic/
Tragic comic on his last joke/
Reticle on task though/
And will be 'til I'm passed/
Predecessors of my craft with my name on that mantle/
We won't accept less than a place in that castle/
We expect "yes" cause our planes never crash, yo/
Through all the turbulence our purpose made us stand strong/
Throughout the storm, even if smile's with Glasgow/-


Hook 2


Verse 3 [M.p.H]

I'm a houdred millions voices inside a single man/
And this slum is a girl, dog, it holds a mil-li-on/
So if you askin' questions even if it isn't fair/
I'll retain the thoughts inherited and share 'em with the air/
But the flow is on a timetable - you bet they'll shut it off/
So I'm off to cough a copy 'fore the coffin catches up/
I'm just sittin' for a minute but inside I'm never waitin'/
I'm inpatient with the pace that makin' wages seems to take/
So I light-up/
And write/
Until my mind is satisfied/
Cuz a rhyme for me ain't right 'til creativity inspires/
So keep me in your sight - keep your eyes on the prize/
You'll find that my career is a champion fight/
I'm just slidin' by the times in a place where my age is/
Ageless/
A place where the sun is always here/
And maybe I'm amazed that I got here in one year/
No GPS, no/
Not even signal here/
On my own satellite/
In places that you gotta like/
But my time will come, so a map will follow life/
That's right/-

Hook 2