How High (explicit Album Version) - Redman/Method Man (方法人)
Excuse me as I kiss the sky
Sing a song of six pence a pocket full a rye
Who the f**k wanna die for their culture
Stalk the dead body like a vulture
Ticalian HMMM
Blacker than your blackest stallion
Hit your housin projects
I represent the Shaolin my ni**a
Hell yes Apocalypse now the gun pow
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 yall niggaz hit the decks
Cause ain't no need for that hustlers and hardcores
Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs
The Green Eyed Bandit can't stand it
With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam B**ch
Plus the Bombazee got me wild
Fukin with us is a straight suicide
10 9 8 7 6 5 4
3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door
Tical bring it to that a**-raw
Breakin all the rules like glass-jaws
Ni**a you got to get mine to get-yours
Fuka we don't need no rap-tou
I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture
More than you bargained for
Tical that stays open like an all night 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 existance M-E-T
Ain't no use for resistance H-O-D
I bees the ultimate rush to any ni**a 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 sh*t broke down light your flare
Since the darkside 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 a**
And yo my man Tical hit me now
B**ches use to play me now they can't forget me now
Forget me not I rock the spot check glock
Empty off a lickin off a hip hop
F**k the billboard I'm a bullet on my block
How you d**e 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 yo dirt w**d we got our fukin 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 fukin 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 you'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 "F" 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 centa lyrics bang like rico-chet
Rabbit I brings havoc with an A-K matic
Rollin blunts an all day habit
I get it on like Smiff and Wess
Who clicks the best
Punks take a sip and test
Who split your vest
The funk phenomenon
I'm bombin you like Lebanon
Blow canals of Panama
Just off stamina
Styles not to be fuked with or played with
F**k the pretty hoes I love those Section A Bit-ches
Hittin switches Twistin wigs with
Phat radical mathematical type scriptures
I dig up in your planets like Digga
Boo scared you blew you to smitha-reens
F**k the marines I got machines
To light the spit and read Mad magazine
I fly more heads than Continental
Wreck ya 5 times like US AIR off an instrumental
Look I'm not a half way crook with bad looks
But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks
I breaks em up proppa
Ask Biggie Smalls Who Shot Ya
Funk doctor with the 12 Gauge Mossberg
Look I got the tools like Rickle
To make your mind tickle
For the nine nickle
Yo Red yo Red
Punk a** p**sy a**
You ain't gotta say no more man thats it
Word up Tical We Out
Sick a** niggas