Intro
Word up Mic Geronimo....nah mean..
Check it out....
Im so high/you so high
I be gettin money till the day that I die
Im so high/you so high
I be gettin money till the day that I die
Verse 1
Behold the uncontrollable
I keep the hold world in drama
smoke my competition now they jus a bag of skama
I`m a reload the vocab that Manson used
amatuers they plead the O.J.
and wonder why they lose
I subdue the microphone and left it in submission
then cracked the Phillie open
and found a talent that was hidden
I kid no man whose similar to mental migrane
the Masta I.C. enters now in ya game
It`s been a long time maybe too long
since your audio produced a real rap song
I robbed a man who doubt the jack up on the plan
he can stand but didnt analyse the whole pro-jam
I took my time, I found I couldnt wait to explain
The Masta I.C. enters now in ya game
Chorus [Repeat *4]
Im so high/you so high
I be gettin money till the day that I die
Verse 2
The new and improved
you can`t make a move
or elude the feud about to be cued
A soloist journed through tha mist now found
assassinate the sound wit choke by the pound
make my own type of home by the phone
MC`s reachin for my style, I`ll leave alone
my terminology and oddessy on the man
I`ll count your rap for sham and move cooler than a fan
Split decision, I cut wit precision
so many tried before
but still couldn`t get in
Now it`s on..no need to explain
the Masta I.C. enters now in ya game
Chorus
Im high till I die so there`s no need to lie
pass that metal over to the small guy
kickin inside from desire
mills will be the amps on the mic
will explode to feel the fire
I`m lifted/up off my wig like terrific
target every market/move on each one specific
overload the frame but keep it all the same
The Masta I.C. enters now in ya game
Play me and try to get away thats a maybe
be before and I will hold a 9 to ya lady
I styles like a weapon/I hit the untrue
don`t need for me to come stalkin
and lookin for you
I rip through ya heart and bust through ya veins
I guarantee that things will never ever be the same
I kicked it on the real
now I keep it on the plane
The Masta I.C. enters now in ya brain
Im so high...
Chorus
