Blue Sky: Blood My In Is Music lyrics

[Verse 1: Kano]
Van Gogh the beat
Banksy the street
No spoilt b*tch but the 16's are sweet
Paint pro's a picture
Rolls gold the wrist up
One goal and its to
Joint raps elite
Ian Wright inspired
Illmatic and higher
Bob Marley defiant
Iron, Lion and Zion
Two uncles of mine
That thumped Gregory Isaacs
Pop Pop Rewind that;
Blood My In Is Music
I see pride
I see power
Bad ass motherf*cker
Call me Jack Bauer
Push boundaries
f*ck you pus*y's
Why sugar coat it like Rowntree's
Steve Job's of rhyming
Stay thinking forward
n*gga stop trying to A&R
When you're around me
Don't take civilian advice
'Cos I do me
You do you like you're watching blue movies
I does this
This is routine
Like 5,6,7,8
Told them suicide
n*gga detonate
Grime, need some new laws
I'm trying to legislate
Find me some new doors
I'm trying to break in them
To fly to a new height
Kite in the blue sky
It all started as a dream
I wanted to be Pay as you G...
Question: Now who's the best?
Still Willy, you and G
Perfection was all I was really paying you G's
And I've been getting money since Versace blue jeans
The road ain't my thing cuzzy but big up you G's
Plural, funeral for snitches who 'G
Can't pimp K 'cos a n*gga UG
Break a n*gga face like D-U-G
Mr. Blue Sky while I'm praying for the rain
Complacent when I'm happy so I'm praying for some pain
Porsche Cayman ride shotgun
Let me take you down memory lane
Started Home Sweet Home nothing heavy on the brain
Beats and Bars reinforced a n*ggers reign
London Town's where I fell out with the fame
Industry politics
I thought we could abolish this
'Cos honestly the game was trying to break like I'm promises
Anti record label 'til they employ basic common sense
Grime Street want my independence and I run with it
Rain on the n*gga's until they find out where the brolly is
Method to the Maadness, put my money where my mouth is
Put 60 bags of my own f*cking cash in
I'm a f*cking real artist, they're acting
Plus I'm on my Idris sh*t b*tch I'm acting
Tour the whole Atlas with Gorillaz and The Clash
Me, Willy, Diz and Bizzle put these spitters on the map
Passport full up 'cos the Visa's and the stamps in
Not a f*cking Nando's stamp b*tch, travelling
Yeah the boy done good from East Ham
That little engine that could is now the track king
My antics aren't for the A-list, I'm Alien
Dropped E.T. and it's a mad ting
I tell 'em we might breathe the same air
And we bathe in the same sun
And even drink the same water
But you can see I'm in a league of my own
See I'm in a league of my own
See I'm in a league of my own yeah
League of my own yeah
So this is now how I'm living
Took it to the street now a n*gga's in the business
Puppet on a string? No n*gga I'm the realest
Really I'm the realest
So leave me alone
So leave me alone yeah
Leave me alone yeah
Heart and soul in this sh*t
Time and dough on this sh*t
This game is my life
So I'm just having fun with this b*tch