Whole lotta sun I just do it for the fun (Ey)
You can look you want I put hours in your don't (Shit)
Whole lotta sun I just do it for the fun (Ey)
You can look you want I put hours in your don't (Shit)

Whole lotta sun on my face but still cold on the inside
What does a man gotta do to get some insight
Told myself to sleep through night, get my head right
Whatever is keeping me grounded I gotta let it go (Let it go)
Shake it all off, like dirty clothes
I gotta, I gotta go, but really no
In my mind, I got a goal and that goal is a road (Yeah)
(In my mind, I got a goal and that goal is a road Yeah)
Yeah, a road that nobody yet know
Nobody has set foot on
It's like my own
Call it my own
No you can't divide divine
Gotta define divine first
And naturally you find the right perks
Ain't no right curse when we left hurt
Ain't no wrong word we in the back yerr
(Ain't no wrong word we in the back yerr)

Lookin at your statue like a vert thin line
Never compare your fucking level to the words we rhyme
Never ever were together with a girl so fine
That she call herself prime
Getting fucked up off the wine
Get a nut for a dime
Fuck her up with a uppercut
Cause she told lies (Yeah huh)
But you know I can't do that
I don't ever hit my prime
Always been my time
heads turn when I pass 'em
They just passive, scrolling like the masses
Waiting in line
That's a fact kid
Go study your talents that's the best it
Comes with a burden and a goal, but if the goal bigger
And you ain't a gold digger
Fill it with your soul and get blessed kid (Hah)
That's the fucking best shit (Yuh)

Whole lotta sun I just do it for the fun (Ey)
You can look you want I put hours in your don't (Shit)
Whole lotta sun I just do it for the fun (Ey)
You can look you want I put hours in your don't (Shit)

Whole Lotta Sun

Originally produced by Beat Butcha, araabMUZIK & Christo, re-produced by D-Ace.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OS3T2zevJls

STICK (REMIX) [Original Version by: JID, KENNY MASON, SHECK WES & J. Cole]

Out Here in This World

Gold

Green II (Skit)

Green

Pink

Blue

Original by Souls of Mischief
Instrumental Provided to YouTube by RCA/Legacy
Lyrics and Vocal Production: Cloud on Cloud 9

Lyrics:
"Like a squid spitting ink
And on the mic say what I think
Mic on Mic check 
Tyson vs Fury
It's intense when I am furiously typing
No I ain't enticed by all the gold
It's all a show a show off no one's gonna know (they gonna know)
I don't know
But I flow just way too cold
This life be freezing to the soul
And then be free for many blows to the dome
I wanna go stone after stone
Stick after stick 
Kindle my own fire till it's lit
And I don't give a shit
Comfort distracts evil attacks
And the tax will turn to bullets 0 facts
From the Macs from the print in the mail
In the mag from the store you can grab
It's all distorted like the mirrors in a funhouse
Keep out politics
Or you will keep the damn fun out
I ain't over there 
But people tend to pull a chopper out
Greed and lack of moral make no proper route,
I'm over here in bliss compared to what I miss but I don't miss
The violence rise at the horizon when the sun ain't shining
Hands are shook the most amongst crookeds
See them with their suit and smile
But the way they think is straight out of  a shooter file,
It's like we glorifying these horrorphiles,
Yeah uh

Above the clouds ain't no peace no
Above the clouds ain't no peace 
Above the clouds ain't no peace no
Above the clouds yeah

Just a whole lotta rockets
So much damn power knock the cities out their sockets
Everytime I think ain't no way you can go and top this
Another bomb more dead kids
Like a dropkick got me baffled
Piles of bodies higher than the castles
That these empires are build on
I can see the struggle and I don't know how they stay strong

Well it's war outside
And it's hell on earth
You would think that it's heaven above the clouds
But no no

Above the clouds ain't no peace no
No No No No No
Above the clouds ain't no peace no
No No No No No
Above the clouds ain't no peace
Above the yeah
Cloud Nine"

93 Till Infinity - Cloud Remix - "No Peace Above The Clouds"

Beat produced by Globeats

Lyrics:

I sow flows in lines
Before I reap the reap the repercussions
Toe to toe with goats 
If I really wrote it
Then you know it's gold
Overflow like housing that is low by boats
Sea it to believe it
How I grow up so bold
Handled the cold
I found my code
Through my soul
Like in cheats in a test
I do not look down though
So spit this game like mantra
Right now here it goes
1 for my mother shining bright like no other
2 for my love I'm still her biggest seceret lover
3 for the times that I really done suffered
Still it made me stronger like a diamond getting tougher
4 for all mistakes I made and times I was in scuffles
Looking back it's all a mess but beauty lies in clusters
story from a sappling to a man
I was destined so I ran
5 fingers of death ain't never put me down to rest

Perplexity flexes no ice on the necklace
The best of the best come from what they obsessed with
A test if you stress you recess I confess  
Shit congest I digress still I'm blessed
What is next look inside  
Go address
Yeah it's not what it seem
Put me up on the screen
What I write put on top of a beam
Like pulling play plutty
How I stretch these schemes
Gears turn in mind like a typing machine
Yeah my lines by your head sound like Lightning Mcqueen

1 for my mother shining bright like no other
2 for my love I'm still her biggest seceret lover
3 for the times that I really done suffered
Still it made me stronger like a diamond getting tougher
1 for my mother shining bright like no other
2 for my love I'm still her biggest seceret lover
3 for the times that I really done suffered
Still it made me stronger like a diamond getting tougher

Counting Blessings

Instrumental extracted by @LyricalSpiritual
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ksKsWqMWTPA
Original produced by the legendary Mr. Porter!

Enjoy! (and checkout my other shit too!)

Lyrics:
Look Cloud
Yeah Fuel shit
Lets do this shit
Never see six teen bars from a night
And then say that shit shit sexy
I ain't go the route that drake go
Never was no fake no,
I don't own no draco
But I'm swinging my wand
Bar magic 
Yeah even 3 broom dance
And all of the goons dance
Slapping lil rappers 
Right outta the page
Like we fight in cartoons man
Yeah search for my cryptonite
My girl my queen
And I'm rocking her shit tonight
Better let me grip
On this blank slate
Outta nowhere seep ink
Leave a stank face

When I pop the lid
Like kalamari in a fishtank
Fish outta water
But no Cali Tuna
Too high for your friendly neighbourhood barritone
Still don't condone smoking so much
You don't see where you going
Cloud on your head like a dome
Thundering rhyming schemes leave you
Focused and zoned
Born for this shit
Yeah it's in my blood
Yeah It's in my bone
Heelped out the mud
Helped out the rut
I don't stutter abrupt
I leave em thunderstruck
If you see me go say whatsup
I don't act no tough
I don't fuck you up
I'ma do my tricks
I'ma do my stuff
I'ma Pop tricks, write rhymes, draw lines,
Smoke fine, Love divine, yeah each time
Still clocking this shit like a classic
But it ain't 2001 no more
But you know that I gassed it
Killed the mic yeah I harassed
Came so close you can hear my voice
Up in your head now then you that I blast it
Yeah I fly so high like a rocket I ride when I blast off
Never felt so free like the cast off
Ask how I feel my discography a fucking best of
And Still stack up but for now I think that's all
That's all
That's all 
That's all
That's all
That's all

Cloud on Cloud 9s://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ksKsWqMWTPA
Original produced by tInstrumental extracted by @LyricalSpiritual
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ksKsWqMWTPA
Original produced by the legendary Mr. Porter!

Enjoy! (and checkout my other shit too!)

Lyrics:
Look Cloud
Yeah Fuel shit
Lets do this shit
Never see six teen bars from a night
And then say that shit shit sexy
I ain't go the route that drake go
Never was no fake no,
I don't own no draco
But I'm swinging my wand
Bar magic 
Yeah even 3 broom dance
And all of the goons dance
Slapping lil rappers 
Right outta the page
Like we fight in cartoons man
Yeah search for my cryptonite
My girl my queen
And I'm rocking her shit tonight
Better let me grip
On this blank slate
Outta nowhere seep ink
Leave a stank face

When I pop the lid
Like kalamari in a fishtank
Fish outta water
But no Cali Tuna
Too high for your friendly neighbourhood barritone
Still don't condone smoking so much
You don't see where you going
Cloud on your head like a dome
Thundering rhyming schemes leave you
Focused and zoned
Born for this shit
Yeah it's in my blood
Yeah It's in my bone
Heelped out the mud
Helped out the rut
I don't stutter abrupt
I leave em thunderstruck
If you see me go say whatsup
I don't act no tough
I don't fuck you up
I'ma do my tricks
I'ma do my stuff
I'ma Pop tricks, write rhymes, draw lines,
Smoke fine, Love divine, yeah each time
Still clocking this shit like a classic
But it ain't 2001 no more
But you know that I gassed it
Killed the mic yeah I harassed
Came so close you can hear my voice
Up in your head now then you that I blast it
Yeah I fly so high like a rocket I ride when I blast off
Never felt so free like the cast off
Ask how I feel my discography a fucking best of
And Still stack up but for now I think that's all
That's all
That's all 
That's all
That's all
That's all

Cloud on Cloud 9

Eminem - Fuel CLOUD REMIX

Produced by ayo antrs

lyrics:

24 and still I am rapping on type beats
24 and still I ain't no hypebeast
24 and still I go write these
No actually type keys
Get the grind no sightseeing
Get up outta bed in the mind
But the body still slightly
In a daze 
Counterweights in my hands
In my pants
In my sock
Way too fly
So I don't fly away
My mind in the sky
See me multiple times
Cope what I rhyme
Rhyme when I cope
Don't hold up the line
Randomly realize what I wrote
Don't choke don't choke
On this piece get to toking
What you mean what I mean
A visit to burnemouth
Or feature too potent
Never know what I come up with
Never show what the next move is
Lil corny ass rappers
They Yappers they dappers they cappers
And all of them slackers
Talk yo talk but then walk yo walk
Or I steal your spot
Y'all are like cheap walkie talkies
No communication
Choose between vibe to my frequency
Or get to changing the station 
Do not worry I won't get complacent
Put a brick on this brick for the basement

Always a marathon never a sprint
I grow to a megalodon till I end on the print
Grow like a tree that don't break but just sway in the wind
My heart filled with love to the brim
Your soul an ocean making me wanna swim

Shun on by your light when the sun too dim
Stunned by spotlights till the flow kicks in
Gravity off easily float pens
Cross pads like a dance
Try grasp u ain't got no chance
Straight gas I ain't need no benz
Straight facts I ain't need no flex

Shun on by your light when the sun too dim
Stunned by spotlights till the flow kicks in
Gravity off easily float pens
Cross pads like a dance
Try grasp u ain't got no chance
Straight gas I ain't need no benz
Straight facts I ain't need no flex


You might see me with fiddle with the fiddle
Or breaking my brain to build another riddle
Way too solid never brittle let a storm come
Let it hit it get it can't tear me down no
Chillin while I sit it out
Can not ever wear me down no
Still so calm cause I been `round front wind
Still got witts in a world so sick
Like the movie with the pills palmed
Bend backwards dodge a bullet
But I won't run
Send em into pondering
They might wake up
Getting my cake up
While I stay up
Gotta  wonder
Why I still get jitters
When I hear cops

Shun on by your light when the sun too dim
Stunned by spotlights till the flow kicks in
Gravity off easily float pens
Cross pads like a dance
Try grasp u ain't got no chance
Straight gas I ain't need no benz
Straight facts I ain't need no flex

Shun on by your light when the sun too dim
Stunned by spotlights till the flow kicks in
Gravity off easily float pens
Cross pads like a dance
Try grasp u ain't got no chance
Straight gas I ain't need no benz
Straight facts I ain't need no flex

Straight facts

No Flex

Kodak Black Gnarly Remix ( Prod by MOD Beats )

Comin' with the motherfuckin' fresh like...

Home Boy (Prod. Versus)

no backflips

[intro]
1 time for the art I'ma get it like,
2 times for the haters see you later bye,
3 times like a motherfucking poet,
writin' bout the holy trinity,
4 times for the grind, see me ride till infinity,
Wide awake in the dark night,
1 time for the dark times,
2 times let the sparks fly, Like a bonfire,
Like I'm on fire, let a bomb fly,

[Verse 1]
Take care like a Bonsai, fuck a bow-tie,
Do not Bond with a .45
Fuck a deadly weapon I'ma kill with this pen bitch,
Never fucking put on auto-pilot, when I write, understand this,
Grow like Bambus, hit 'em with a backflip,
Fuck a game puppet even if he got mad tricks,
Feel like in a matrix,
Come with ambition but I left fulla (left fulla) badges,
Fuck a toe-dippin' I'ma crash it,
Fuck all distractions,
Better go hard or home,
Bet that I'ma burn like acid
Nobody yet know that I'ma make it real big (real big),
Yes I got a fucking talent but I gotta work hard
to write real slick (real slick),
Flashin' the masses, you know this shit brutal like it's battle of bastards,
Spazz with the pen, shit's precious,
Middlefingers up to depression,
Don't topple and tripe like it's acid,
I been sleeping way too long,
I got the feeling it is time to go and show 'em who da real king,
See me set fire to the building,
My shit like Wu for the children, they be like who do the real thing
All the people wondering who's gonna come and bring it fucking to back to the good ol' days,
I got a good ol' sayin, its says do your thing and don't let other people...

[Hook 2x]
Roll over the scene, like a wave, like ISIS (ISIS),
Comin' to travel the world, put me on a fucking whitelist (whitelist)
Come with the nice shit,
Zero to a hunnid from a heaven to a crisis,

"All the time stuck in the mind, thoughts jumpin' around from time to time,
Thinking why the fuck can I not concentrate, contemplate, then again I go create,
Wonder... Mom do I got ADHD?"

[Bridge]
1 time for the art I'ma get it like,
2 times for the craft, never fuckin bite,
3 times for the lines on my block,
gettin' chopped by the doc, I'm a motherfuckin' sick mind,
4 times for the days that were way back,
5 times for the kids where the war at,
6 times for the kids like me whot ADHD just to motherfuckin...

[Chorus]

[Verse3]
Come with the nice like this, sound right like this,
Got my pen to flow like water, when a motherfucker,
Write like this
Swallow your pride and make it work,
Just follow the until it occurs,
Go look for a diamond in the worst,
'Till this shit put a dime in a purse , (ey)

[Outro]
Yah, keep working
Come like a wave like ISIS
Come like a wave like ISIS
Keep on working, and you'll get there
Yah, remember the name,
C10UD

Joyner Lucas and Logic - ISIS REMIX

Hamburg City

I am Cloud aka. Cloud on Cloud 9.
I am a 25 yrs old musician from Hamburg and I started rapping about 9 years ago. My biggest influences are rappers like Kendrick Lamar, Eminem, Royce da 5’9 or JID and the whole of dreamville and TDE basically. My debut album „Flow“ and my EP "COLOR" ARE OUT NOW!!!!!!
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