Marmalade Sky - Retch

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