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dickie delaine - touching the sky lyrics

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[verse 1]

don’t count me out, late for my bout
no doubt my clout will be touted about
screamed not shout, no mix tape rout
when the scouters scout, the haters will pout

a tragedy, wasted ten years on comedy
at first travesty, now it’s, hey your majesty
can’t you see a diet of eminems and ice-t
now i rock an iced tee, and desserts be bon appet-t

i’m fashionable late, don’t be to ingratiate
but some might hate when i rate with the late
fish take the bait, date kate plus eight
can’t wait, my fate, to push rhymes like weight

and sip a late, and spit with jay
as dre parlay the melee into platinum array
and pay from michael bay, the ok from michael buble
a sunray from yahweh, and yah i did it my way

[hook]

now watch me fly, so high
i finally found my wings
and i’m touching the sky
i finally found my wings
and i’m touching the sky

[verse 2]

keep reaching for that dream even over if it seem
makes you want to scream rocking average joe team
makes you want to scheme, come up with a theme
like eminem had slim shady and rose like creme

it ain’t over till it’s over, know i found my clover
want to be on sesame st, meet grover
wanna role like paul wall in a tall range rover
maybe make a s-x tape, and name me ben dover

in music connection, way back when
couldn’t get attention, five out of ten
ready for my ascension, ready for my win
pardon my pretension, but i’m the fourth dimension

it’s a young man’s game, but i’m a choo choo train
started slow like rogaine, but now i flow insane
in the fast lane, every day i gain reign
she l!cked delaine, instead of li’l wayne

[hook]

[verse 3]

sure he a white cat, you like that
but spray his attack, like a megalomaniac
vocab fat, flo cat, no tat, vip sat
in no time, showtime, and plat stat

haven’t paid my dues, since twenty-two playing who’s who
me battle you, ok, here comes the shih tzu
you babble and dabble eating fiddle faddle
while i paddle you with my verbal jiu-jitsu

raised middle-cl-ss but picked last in gym cl-ss
dropped every p-ss, went crazy at last
my mind a shattered gl-ss, but dated my shrink’s little l-ss
but now here the s-ss, and see the cash touchdowns in m-ss

i did it my way, open mikes and yahweh
now tracks i slay, at the grammy’s with clay
with dre, with drink, with drake, with pay
but gotta thank god at the end of the day

[hook]

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