How High (Remix)

Excuse me as I kiss the sky

Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full of rye

Who the fuck wanna die for their culture?

Stalk the dead body like a vulture

Tical get, hmm

Blacker than your blackest stallion

Hit your housin' projects

I represent the Shaolin, my ****

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 trigger finger, all y'all **** hit the deck

'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 than that Toucan Sam bitch

Plus the Bombazee got me wild

Messin' with them is a straight suicide

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane

It's the funk doctor Spock smokin' (La) on the train

How high?

So high that I can kiss the sky

(Up, up to the sky)

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane

Recognize, Jonny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed

How high?

So high that I can kiss the sky

(Up, up to the sky)

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four

Three, two, murder one, lyric at your door

Tical bring it till that ass raw

Breakin' all the rules like glass jaws

****, you got to get mine to get yours

Fucker, we don't need no rap tour

I'd rather kick the facts than catch you with the rapture

More than you bargained for

Tical's, I 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 existence, M E T

Ain't no use for resistance, H O D

I ship like a clutch with the ruck

Examine my nuts, I don't stop till I get enough

Six million ways to die, so I chose

Made it six million and one with your eyes closed

The blindfold cold so you can feel the wrath

And shatter the glass at second half on your funky ass

Hey yo, my man, hit me now

Bitches 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 in hip hop

Fuck the Billboard, I'm a bullet on my block

How you dope when you paid for your Billboard spot?

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane

It's the funk doctor Spock smokin' (La) on the train

How high?

So high that I can kiss the sky

(Up, up to the sky)

As I run a mile with a racist

My style was born in all of these staircases

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 you

Enter the center, lyrics bang like ricochet rabbits

I bring havoc with an AK matic

Rollin' blunts an all day habit

I get it on like Smith and Wess

Who clicks the best?

Punks take a sip and test

Who splits your vest?

The funk phenomenon

I'm bombin' you like Lebanon

Flow canals of Panama just off stamina

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane

It's the funk doctor Spock smokin' (La) on the train

How high?

So high that I can kiss the sky

(Up, up to the sky)

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane

Recognize, Jonny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed

How high?

So high that I can kiss the sky

(Up, up to the sky)

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane

It's the funk doctor Spock smokin' (La) on the train

How high?

So high that I can kiss the sky

(Up, up to the sky)

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane

Recognize, Jonny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed...