| I feel high |
| I feel really high |
| Feel like I’m in the sky with Roger Troutman |
| Looked down and saw the hating, a lot of doubting |
| But I’ve got a mouth that really do flow like a water fountain |
| Raising hell, but they can tell through me is Allah shouting |
| Dying to rip it, crying «I am the sickest» |
| Rhyming explicit, high-end, but you’re buying the ticket, see? |
| This is me, dismissing this, hiss if he disagree |
| Mr.T, spit the free so quick and give his chick a D |
| Okay, I’m back, having everlasting life |
| When you’re rapping right, let me get it, I ain’t asking nice |
| Bashing mics, ripping it even if I’m half in height |
| It’ll be smashing wide to get her open like Aston pipes |
| Alarmingly, God, I’m really horny and hot, on |
| But I’m warning the Dada |
| That he really don’t want no corny insider |
| Ya beef on bread, soft, you’re floating, long dead |
| Hell I’m giving 'em is burning as arm, leg, leg, arm, head |
| Sheesh — It’s a mothefucking relief |
| My nigga Reef sent it from K.C., MO them Harry Fraud beats |
| I can barely be calmed, yet |
| Not you ever beyond Tech |
| Hip Hop’s a popularity contest |
| Very odd, they evil, and really God |
| But when I hit 'em up in a cherry Dodge |
| Metamorphosis, scary broads |
| Merry fairies carry bra’s, I’m gonna bury y’all |
| Necessary job by Nina and Harry Fraud |
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