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Tippy? tippy?<br />How high?....<br />The ultimate high....<br />Verse one: method man<br />Scuse me as i kiss the sky<br />Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye<br />Who the fuck wanna die for their culture<br />Stalk the dead body like a vulture<br /><br />Tical get, hmmm<br />Blacker than your blackest stallion<br />Hit your house'n projects<br />I represent the shaolin my nigga<br />Hell yes, apocalypse now, the gun blow<br />It be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down down<br /><br />Verse two: redman<br />While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse<br />When i raise my trigga finga all yall niggaz hit the decks!<br />Cause aint no need for that, hustlers and hardcores<br />Raw to the floor raw like reservoir dogs<br />The green-eyed bandit can't stand it<br />With more fruitier loops then that toucan sam bitch<br />Plus, the bombazee got me wild<br />(fuckin with us) is a straight suicide<br /><br />Verse three: method man<br />10 9 8 7 6 5 4<br />3 2 murder 1 lyric at your door<br />Tical bring it to that ass raw<br />Breakin all the rules like glass jaws<br />Nigga, you got to get mine to get yours<br />Fucka, we dont need no rap tour<br />I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture<br />More than you bargained for<br />Tical, that stays open like an all nite store<br />For real, i keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel<br />Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill<br />And end your existance, m-e-t<br />Ain't no use for resistance, h-o-d<br /><br />Verse four: redman<br />I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust<br />The egyptian musk use to have me pull mad sluts<br />I shift like a clutch with the ruck<br />Examine my nuts, i dont stop till i get enough<br />Your shit broke down, light your flare<br />Since the darkside tears you into hollywood squares<br />6 million ways to die, so i chose<br />Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed<br />The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap<br />And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass<br />And yo my man (tical) hit me now<br />Bitches use to play me now they cant forget me now<br />Forget me not, i rock the spot, check glock<br />Empty off a lickin off a hip hop<br />Fuck the billboard, im a bullet on my block<br />How you dope when you payed for your billboard spot?<br /><br />Chorus:<br />Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane<br />It's the funk doctor spock smokin buddha on a train<br />How high? so high that i can kiss the sky<br />How sick? so sick that you can suck my dick<br />Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane<br />Recognize, johnny blaze, ain't a damn thing changed<br />How high? so high that i can kiss the sky<br />How sick? so sick that you can suck my dick<br /><br />Verse five: method man<br />Til my man raider ruckus come home<br />It ain't really on till the ruckus get, home<br />Puff a meth bone, now i'm off to the red zone<br />We don't need your dirt weed we got a fuckin o<br />Check it, i brings havoc with my hectic<br />Bring the pain lyrics screamin for the antiseptic<br />Movin on your left kid, and i'm methted, out my fuckin dome<br />Piece<br />Plus i got no love for the beast<br />Hailin from the big east coast<br />Where niggaz pack toast<br />Home of the drug kingpins and cut throats<br />[hey boy, you's the rude boy on the block<br />You try and stop the bum rush you will get popped]<br />As i run around with a racist<br />My style was born in the 50 stair cases<br />Dig it, eff a rap critic<br />He talk about it while i live it<br />If red got the blunt, im the second one to hit it<br /><br />Verse six: redman<br />Look up in the, i got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya<br />Enter the centa, lyrics bang like rico-chet<br />Rabbit, i brings havoc with an a-k matic<br />Rollin blunts an all day habit<br />I get it on like smif'n'wes<br />Punks take a sip and test<br />Who split your vest<br />The funk phenomenon<br />I'm bombin you like lebanon<br />Blow canals of panama<br />Just off stamina<br />Styles not to be fucked with, or played with<br />Fuck the pretty hoes, i love those section a bit-ches<br />Hittin switches, twistin wigs with<br />Fat radical mathematical type scriptures<br /><br />I dig up in your planets like diga,<br />Boo, scared you, blew you to smithe-reens<br />Fuck the marines, i got machines<br />To light the spliff, and read mad magazine<br />I fly more heads than continental<br />Wreck ya 5 times like us air off an instrumental<br />Look i'm not a half way crook with bad looks<br />But i may murder your case like your name was cal brooks<br />I breaks em up proppa<br />Ask biggie smalls 'who shot ya'<br />Funk doctor, with the 12 gauge mossberg<br />Look, i got the tools like rickle<br />To make your mind tickle<br />For the nine nickle<br />[yo red, yo red!]<br />Punk ass pussy ass<br />[you ain't gotta say no more man, that's it]<br />Word up tical, we out<br />[it's over]
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Tippy? tippy?<br />How high?....<br />The ultimate high....<br />Verse one: method man<br />Scuse me as i kiss the sky<br />Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye<br />Who the fuck wanna die for their culture<br />Stalk the dead body like a vulture<br /><br />Tical get, hmmm<br />Blacker than your blackest stallion<br />Hit your house'n projects<br />I represent the shaolin my nigga<br />Hell yes, apocalypse now, the gun blow<br />It be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down down<br /><br />Verse two: redman<br />While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse<br />When i raise my trigga finga all yall niggaz hit the decks!<br />Cause aint no need for that, hustlers and hardcores<br />Raw to the floor raw like reservoir dogs<br />The green-eyed bandit can't stand it<br />With more fruitier loops then that toucan sam bitch<br />Plus, the bombazee got me wild<br />(fuckin with us) is a straight suicide<br /><br />Verse three: method man<br />10 9 8 7 6 5 4<br />3 2 murder 1 lyric at your door<br />Tical bring it to that ass raw<br />Breakin all the rules like glass jaws<br />Nigga, you got to get mine to get yours<br />Fucka, we dont need no rap tour<br />I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture<br />More than you bargained for<br />Tical, that stays open like an all nite store<br />For real, i keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel<br />Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill<br />And end your existance, m-e-t<br />Ain't no use for resistance, h-o-d<br /><br />Verse four: redman<br />I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust<br />The egyptian musk use to have me pull mad sluts<br />I shift like a clutch with the ruck<br />Examine my nuts, i dont stop till i get enough<br />Your shit broke down, light your flare<br />Since the darkside tears you into hollywood squares<br />6 million ways to die, so i chose<br />Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed<br />The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap<br />And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass<br />And yo my man (tical) hit me now<br />Bitches use to play me now they cant forget me now<br />Forget me not, i rock the spot, check glock<br />Empty off a lickin off a hip hop<br />Fuck the billboard, im a bullet on my block<br />How you dope when you payed for your billboard spot?<br /><br />Chorus:<br />Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane<br />It's the funk doctor spock smokin buddha on a train<br />How high? so high that i can kiss the sky<br />How sick? so sick that you can suck my dick<br />Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane<br />Recognize, johnny blaze, ain't a damn thing changed<br />How high? so high that i can kiss the sky<br />How sick? so sick that you can suck my dick<br /><br />Verse five: method man<br />Til my man raider ruckus come home<br />It ain't really on till the ruckus get, home<br />Puff a meth bone, now i'm off to the red zone<br />We don't need your dirt weed we got a fuckin o<br />Check it, i brings havoc with my hectic<br />Bring the pain lyrics screamin for the antiseptic<br />Movin on your left kid, and i'm methted, out my fuckin dome<br />Piece<br />Plus i got no love for the beast<br />Hailin from the big east coast<br />Where niggaz pack toast<br />Home of the drug kingpins and cut throats<br />[hey boy, you's the rude boy on the block<br />You try and stop the bum rush you will get popped]<br />As i run around with a racist<br />My style was born in the 50 stair cases<br />Dig it, eff a rap critic<br />He talk about it while i live it<br />If red got the blunt, im the second one to hit it<br /><br />Verse six: redman<br />Look up in the, i got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya<br />Enter the centa, lyrics bang like rico-chet<br />Rabbit, i brings havoc with an a-k matic<br />Rollin blunts an all day habit<br />I get it on like smif'n'wes<br />Punks take a sip and test<br />Who split your vest<br />The funk phenomenon<br />I'm bombin you like lebanon<br />Blow canals of panama<br />Just off stamina<br />Styles not to be fucked with, or played with<br />Fuck the pretty hoes, i love those section a bit-ches<br />Hittin switches, twistin wigs with<br />Fat radical mathematical type scriptures<br /><br />I dig up in your planets like diga,<br />Boo, scared you, blew you to smithe-reens<br />Fuck the marines, i got machines<br />To light the spliff, and read mad magazine<br />I fly more heads than continental<br />Wreck ya 5 times like us air off an instrumental<br />Look i'm not a half way crook with bad looks<br />But i may murder your case like your name was cal brooks<br />I breaks em up proppa<br />Ask biggie smalls 'who shot ya'<br />Funk doctor, with the 12 gauge mossberg<br />Look, i got the tools like rickle<br />To make your mind tickle<br />For the nine nickle<br />[yo red, yo red!]<br />Punk ass pussy ass<br />[you ain't gotta say no more man, that's it]<br />Word up tical, we out<br />[it's over]
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