Takin' it from the top? Tippy Oh, my people Sing it daddy How high, high Take my mind Where it never gone before [Incomprehensible] [Incomprehensible] the ultimate high, baby The ultimate high
Excuse me as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture, Tical get Blacker than your blackest stallion hit your house Projects I represent the Shaolin' my nigga Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow It be goin' down, diggy diggy down diggy down down While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse When I raise my trigga finga all y'all niggaz hit the decks 'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcore Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch Plus, the Bombazee got me wild Fuckin' with us is just straight suicide 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 murder 1 lyric at your door Tical bring it to that ass raw breakin' all the rules like glass jaws Nigga, you got to get mine to get yours Fucka, we don't need no rap tour I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-true More than you bargained for Tical, that stays open like an all nite store For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill And end your existence, M E T Ain't no use for resistance, H O D I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad sluts I shift like a clutch with the Ruck Examine my nuts, I don't stop till I get enough Your shit broke down, light your flare Since the dark side tears you into Hollywood Squares 6 million ways to die, so I chose Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass And yo my man, Tical hit me now Bitches use to play me now they cant forget me now Forget me not, I rock the spot, check glock Empty off a lickin' off a hip hop Fuck the billboard, I'm a bullet on my block How you dope when you payed for your billboard spot? Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane It's the funk doctor Spock smokin' Buddha on a train How high? So high that I can kiss the sky How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed How high? So high that I can kiss the sky How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick Till my man Raider Ruckus come home It ain't really on till the Ruckus get, home Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone We don't need your dirt weed we got our fuckin' own Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic Bring the Pain lyrics screamin' for the antiseptic Movin' on your left kid, and I'm method, out my fuckin' dome piece Plus I got no love for the beast, hailin' from the big East Coast Where niggaz pack toast home of the drug kingpins and cut throats Hey boy, your's the rude boy on the block You try and stop the bum rush you will get popped As I run around with a racist My style was born in the 50 stair cases Dig it, ff a rap critic he talk about it while I live it If Red got the blunt, I'm the second one to hit it Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya Enter the cent, lyrics bang like Nico-chet Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic Rollin blunts an all day habit I get it on like Smif