Scrape The Sky Lyrics - Singles - Can't Stop Won't Stop

Here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go 

Now we blastin' off into the ozone 

The way we kickin' in the dojo is loco fa sho tho 

We pavin' a road that's opposed to the dodo 

Goin' over your head like a top hat, stop that 

I know you hear me spittin' these hot raps 

Now watch that beat 'cause it's about to drop 

Been rockin' since the 09 jump off, yeah, yeah 

Last name Pan, first name Peter I know you see my flying and you want me to teach ya 

But I stay elevated so that all God's creatures, can hear me shout it out like me name was Aretha 

Getting R-E-S-P-E-C-T 

Fly by see the looks on your faces 

'Cause I'm in full E-F-F-E-C-T jetsetting on a daily basis 

David Eff, man, ya don't stop 

Davey Davey, he won't stop 

We came to rock it 'till the city takes off 

Mister Captain (yeah) ace pilot (yeah) 

I wanna spread my wings and fly 

To all the people in the coach (yeah), and my first class folks (yeah) 

We'll show you how to scrape the sky 

As the curvature of the earth takes shape, fly fast forward like a video tape 

And no cape, (nah) just follow my jet stream 

Proud in the clouds, boom! in your precinct 

All hop, no trampoline, black box in the pocket of my jet jeans 

Shine with the stars, so bright even N.Y.C sees me at night 

I see London, I see France 

Now Ladies bounce to my turbulence 

Drop jams from the sky like manna 

All the way from Alabama to Copacabana 

Back to the West Side where I reside 

So scuse me, do you care if I... 

Jump to the bump and take to the skies? 

We T-minus 10 to let the hook fly 

David Eff, man, ya don't stop 

Davey Davey, he won't stop 

We came to rock it 'till the city takes off 

Mister Captain (yeah) ace pilot (yeah) 

I wanna spread my wings and fly 

To all the people in the coach (yeah), and my first class folks (yeah) 

We'll show you how to scrape the sky 

Ha, sicker than yo average 

Down like Goose and I'm fly like Maverick 

With a savage attack and a mouth like a match spittin' fuego Homie, it ain't trickin' if it's magic 

Illusions, indubitably juvenile 

My crew can do it and we do it wild 

Rock around the clock all across the nation 

Got a lot of Sky Miles and a reputation of makin' earthquakes every time we land 

'Cause stoppin' ain't an option or part of the plan 

Fools get to fumin' while I'm running on jet fuel 

Now pay close attention 'cause I'm ready to let you 

Know what I'm all about, child 

I got that style that you've come to love 

And I'mma stay fly, 'till the day I die spittin' fresh to death from above, get it 

David Eff, man, ya don't stop 

Davey Davey, he won't stop 

We came to rock it 'till the city takes off 

Mister Captain (yeah) ace pilot (yeah) 

I wanna spread my wings and fly 

To all the people in the coach (yeah), and my first class folks (yeah) 

We'll show you how to scrape the sky