Sleepin on a Cloud by Killah Priest x SHROOM Lyrics
Sleepin' on a cloud, I’m looking down on the emcees in the crowd
I’m not proud, I’m getting bored with my crown
I’m getting hungry ‘bout to reach down, grab a cow
Eat it whole then throw its bones to the ground
I’m all alone, what should I do now?
I stare at the mirror, my aura’s glowing, I’m only getting bigger
I grab some liquor, my laughter’s getting sicker
Ha haha ha ha ha
While swirling it around in my cup, I see Greatness standing in the background and such
He asked me, “who is like us?”
All competition gets crushed
I brush them off me like dust
I saw the stairs then walked up
Each layer got more tough
I saw Ascension
He told me I lacked vision
Divinity came down from the solar system, said control my wisdom
For seven years we perform exorcism in ceremonies
Take off your shoes, for these grounds are holy
My mic checks was healing
Then Structure came to me in the form of a flow of pure beauty
Showed me hard work, “you must perform duties”
Then History showed me yellow jackets
Hall of fame for a ghetto rapper
Called my name, and it’s instant classics
I wrote rhyme after rhyme, line after line
These hands murdered before, they killed time
A master healer at war, I stretch minds
I’m not proud, I’m getting bored with my crown
I’m getting hungry ‘bout to reach down, grab a cow
Eat it whole then throw its bones to the ground
I’m all alone, what should I do now?
I stare at the mirror, my aura’s glowing, I’m only getting bigger
I grab some liquor, my laughter’s getting sicker
Ha haha ha ha ha
While swirling it around in my cup, I see Greatness standing in the background and such
He asked me, “who is like us?”
All competition gets crushed
I brush them off me like dust
I saw the stairs then walked up
Each layer got more tough
I saw Ascension
He told me I lacked vision
Divinity came down from the solar system, said control my wisdom
For seven years we perform exorcism in ceremonies
Take off your shoes, for these grounds are holy
My mic checks was healing
Then Structure came to me in the form of a flow of pure beauty
Showed me hard work, “you must perform duties”
Then History showed me yellow jackets
Hall of fame for a ghetto rapper
Called my name, and it’s instant classics
I wrote rhyme after rhyme, line after line
These hands murdered before, they killed time
A master healer at war, I stretch minds