Touch The Sky - Live At Abbey Road Studios

Ho!

I gotta testify

Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly

'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky

I gotta testify

Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly

'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky

Back when they thought pink Polos'd hurt the Roc

Before Cam got the shit to pop

The doors was closed, I felt like Bad Boy's street team

I couldn't work The LOX

Now let's go, take 'em back to the plan

Me and my momma hopped in that U-Haul van

Any pessimists I ain't talk to them

Plus I ain't have no phone in my apart-a-ment, uh

Let's take 'em back to the club

Least about a hour I stand on line

I just wanted to dance, I went to Jacob a hour

After I got my advance, I just wanted to shine

Jay favorite line: "Dawg, in due time!"

Now he look at me, like, "Damn, dawg! You where I am!"

A hip-hop legend, I think I died

In a accident, 'cause this must be heaven, uh

I gotta testify

Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly

'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky, oh

We gotta testify

Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly

'Fore the day we die, we gon' touch the sky (woo)

Now let's take 'em high

Top of the world, baby

T-Top of the world

Everybody take 'em high

Top of the world, baby

T-Top of the world

Now let's take 'em high

Top of the world, baby

T-Top of the world

Now let's take 'em high

Top of the world, baby

T-Top of the world

Back when Gucci was the shit to rock

Back when Slick Rick had the shit to pop

I'd do anything to say I got it

Damn, them new loafers hurt my pocket

Before anybody wanted K. West beats

Me and my girl split the buffet at KFC

Dawg, I was havin' nervous breakdowns

Like "Man, these niggas that much better than me?"

Baby, I'm goin' on a aeroplane

And I don't know if I'll be back again

Sure enough, I sent the plane tickets

But when she came to kick it, things became different

Any girl I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on

Couldn't keep it at home, thought I needed a Nia Long

I'm tryna right my wrongs

But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, now

I gotta testify

Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly, yeah

'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky

You gon' touch the sky, baby girl

Testify

Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly

'Fore the day you die, Lupe touch the sky

Yes, yes, yes

Guess who's on third?

Lupe steal like Lupin the 3rd

Here like ear 'til I'm beer on the curb

Peachfuzz buzz but beard on the verge

Let's slow it down like we're on the syrup

Bottle shaped body like Mrs. Butterworth

But, before you say another word

I'm back on the block like I'm layin' on the street

I'm tryin' to stop lion like I'm Mum-Ra

But I'm not lyin' when I'm layin' on the beat

En garde, or touché, Lupe cool as the unthawed

But I still feel possessed as a gun charge (yeah)

Come as correct as a porn star

In a fresh pair steps in my best foreign car

So, I represent the first

Now let me end my verse right where the horns are, like, uh

We gotta testify

Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly (come on, come on)

'Til the day you die (what?), You gon' touch the sky

You gon' touch the sky, baby girl

Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly (what? What? Yeah)

'Til the day you die (uh), you gon' touch the sky

Now everybody throw your hands, uh

Uh, uh, sky high, say

I'm, I'm sky high

I'm, I'm sky high

I'm, I'm sky high (everybody keep your hands up)

I'm, I'm sky high

I'm, I'm sky high

Sky, uh, sky high

I'm, I'm sky high

We back at home baby! (We back at home?)

Yeah, yeah!

Make some noise for Lupe Fiasco right quick

Yeah, feels good to be home, feels good to be home

Feels good to be home, feels good to be home

Chi-Town, feels good to be home, yeah, woo