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