Method Man, Redman - How High (Remix)

[00:02.09] Takin it from the top? [00:03.91] Tippy? Tippy? [00:20.62] How High?... [00:21.63] The Ultimate High... [00:27.92] 'Scuse me as I kiss the sky [00:30.80] Sing a song of sixpence, a pocketful a rye [00:33.30] Who the fuck wanna die for their culture [00:35.56] Stalk the dead body like a vulture [00:37.17] Tical get, hmmm [00:38.74] Blacker than your blackest stallion [00:40.52] Hit your house'n projects [00:42.18] I represent the Shaolin my nigga [00:43.92] Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow [00:46.32] It be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down down [00:48.74] While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse [00:51.24] When I raise my trigga finga all yall niggaz hit the decks! [00:54.41] Cause aint no need for that, hustlers and hardcores [00:56.75] Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs [00:59.68] The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it [01:02.03] With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch [01:04.87] Plus, the Bombazee got me wild [01:07.75] (Fuckin with us) is a straight suicide [01:12.69] Three two Murder one lyric at your door [01:15.23] Tical bring it to that ass raw [01:17.36] Breakin all the rules like glass jaws [01:19.48] Nigga, you got to get mine to get yours [01:21.75] Fucka, we don't need no rap tour [01:24.07] I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture [01:26.40] More than you bargained for [01:28.58] Tical, that stays open like an all nite store [01:30.64] For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel [01:33.41] Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill [01:36.37] And end your existance, M-E-T [01:38.75] Aint no use for resistance, H-O-D [01:41.02] I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust [01:44.11] The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad sluts [01:46.55] I shift like a clutch with the Ruck [01:48.52] Examine my nuts, I dont stop 'till I get enough [01:51.98] Your shit broke down, light your flare [01:53.81] Since the darkside tears you into hollywood squares [01:57.27] Six million ways to die, so I chose [01:59.89] Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed [02:02.70] The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap [02:05.08] And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass [02:07.81] And yo my man (Tical) hit me now [02:10.53] Bitches use to play me now they can't forget me now [02:12.81] Forget me not, I rock the spot, check glock [02:15.41] Empty off a lickin off a hip hop [02:18.09] Fuck the billboard, I'm a bullet on my block [02:20.90] How you dope when you payed for your billboard spot? [02:23.75] Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane [02:25.65] It's the funk doctor spock [02:26.96] Smokin buddha on a train [02:28.75] How high? So high that I can kiss the sky [02:31.08] How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick [02:34.22] Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane [02:36.22] Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed [02:39.13] How high? So High that I can kiss the sky [02:41.79] How sick? So Sick that you can suck my dick [02:43.83] Til my man Raider Ruckus come home [02:46.10] It ain't really on 'till the Ruckus get, home [02:49.03] Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone [02:51.94] We don't need yo dirt, we, we got our fuckin own [02:54.58] Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic [02:56.87] Bring the Pain lyrics screamin for the antiseptic [02:59.45] Movin' on your left kid, and I'm methted, out my fuckin dome piece [03:03.70] Plus I got no love for the beast [03:05.44] Hailin from the big East Coast [03:07.28] Where niggaz pack toast [03:08.86] Home of the drug kingpins and cut throats [03:10.65] (Hey boy, you's the rude boy on the block [03:13.23] You try and stop the bum rush you will get popped) [03:15.96] As I run around with a racist [03:17.95] My style was born in the 50 stair cases [03:20.81] Dig it, eff a rap critic [03:22.66] He talk about it while I live it [03:24.48] If Red got the blunt, Im the second one to hit it [03:26.82] Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya [03:29.69] Enter the centa, lyrics bang like rico-chet [03:32.06] Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic [03:34.62] Rollin' blunts an all day habit [03:36.74] I get it on like Smiff and Wess [03:38.31] Who clicks the best [03:39.68] Punks take a sip and test [03:40.99] Who split your vest [03:41.99] The funk phenomenon [03:43.59] I'm bombin you like Lebanon [03:44.62] Blow canals of Panama [03:46.13] Just off stamina [03:47.49] Styles not to be fucked with, or played with [03:50.06] Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those Section A Bit-ches [03:53.24] Hittin switches, Twistin wigs with [03:55.21] Fat radical mathematical type scriptures [03:58.19] I dig up in your planets like Diga, [04:00.23] Boo, scared you, blew you to smithe-reens [04:03.59] Fuck the marines, I got machines [04:05.46] To light the spliff, and read Mad magazine [04:08.23] I fly more heads than Continental [04:10.31] Wreck ya five times like US AIR off an instrumental [04:13.52] Look I'm not a half way crook with bad looks [04:16.19] But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks [04:18.68] I breaks em up proppa [04:20.35] Ask Biggie Smalls 'Who Shot Ya' [04:21.84] Funk doctor, with the 12 Gauge Mossberg [04:24.21] Look, I got the tools like Rickle [04:26.05] To make your mind tickle [04:27.00] For the nine nickle [04:28.69] (Yo Red, yo Red!) [04:29.77] Punk ass pussy ass [04:32.58] (You ain't gotta say no more man, that's it) [04:40.74]