Clouded Skies My Team Paid (Ft. AJ Tracey, Big Zuu, Jay Amo, Riks (MTP) & Sketch (MTP))

[Verse 1: Big Zuu]
Green up like a garden, this girl be saying "pardon?"
American swag, Harlem, got a body that is harming
One around your arm in
Make it ring bells that's alarming, Arabic half, that's alarming
Shake you with my right palm in
With a funny side like Cartman
I ain't talking 'bout the driving
See, these brothers busy lying 'bout the guns that they be skying
Screaming "fire" like a hydrant but they quiet like a mice is
Time is of the crisis, we all want what's the nicest
I don't care about the prices, I just care about the liking
On the picture you be sharing, you ain't really caring
'Bout the dignity of parents, busy hearing
To the extent of what they bearing
They emulate that in what they wearing, truth-or-daring
You should truth-or-dare him
And see if he don't lie to the question that you ask
And see if the dare he does won't put you on blast

[Verse 2: Sketch]
People moving like they're colourblind
Would they really know deeply that the world's black and white?
I should have a clear, open mind
But for some reason, I can't sleep on it tonight
Linking all the errors in my head
I'm procrastinating, I don't really wanna go to bed
I'm a danger to society, lyrics from the dead
Hip hop ain't dying, it's just waiting to be fed
They never thought that I could do this
My old guys doubted me, I'm leaving them half clueless
Fake love like my birthday just come up
You say you live Elizabeth, you brehs are always sprung up
See, I don't feel the need to brag
Thinking 'bout thoughts till my brain gets the cramp
Million things and opportunities I've had
Now they just gone through like something slippery in my hand