How High [Remix]

Latest record? We stole it from somebody else Takin' it from the top? (Top) (Hell yeah, we takin' it from the top) Tippy? (Tippy) Come on, my people Sing it, daddy Hey Fly robin, fly (we rock) Ha (yeah, ah), ha ha Ha ha (aha) Fly robin, fly (Taking my mind where it's never gone before) Fly robin, fly (and so like a mushroom in cow shit) (And I'm taking it just to get the ultimate high, baby) (Redman) Up, up to the sky (the ultimate high, ohh) (Method Man) Excuse me as I kiss the sky Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture? Stalk the dead body like a vulture, Ticalion, hmm Blacker than your blackest stallion Hit your housing projects I represent yo' Shaolin, my nigga Now yes, Apocalypse now, the gun pow It be going 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 niggas hit the deck (yeah) '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 wide Messing 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' lah on the train How high? So high that I can kiss the sky (Up, up to the sky) yeaheah, check it out y'all, uh (Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane) Recognize Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed How high? So high that I can kiss the sky (Up, up to the sky) yeah, yeah, Tical Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four Three, two, murder one lyric at your door Tical bring it to that ass raw Breaking all the rules like glass jaws Nigga, you got to get mines to get yours Fucka, we don't need no rap tour I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture More than you bargained for Tical, I stays open like an all night store (yeah, yeah, ah) 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 (yeah) Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D I shift like a clutch with the Ruck Examine my nuts, I don't stop 'til 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 and second half on your funky ass And, yo, my man (Tical) hit me now Bitches used to play me now they can't forget me now They get me mad, I rock the spot, check Glock Empty off a licking off a 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) yeah, yeah, ha, word up As I run a mile with a racist My style was born in the pissy 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 ya Enter the center, lyrics bang like Ricochet Rabbit I brings havoc with an AK 'matic, rolling blunts an all day habit I get it on like Smith & Wes', who clique's the best? Punks take a sip and test, who splits your vest? The funk phenomenon, I'm bombing you like Lebanon Blow 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' lah on the train How high? So high that I can kiss the sky (Up, up to the sky) yeah, huh, huh, yeah, yeah Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane Recognize Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed How high? So high that I can kiss the sky (Up, up to the sky) yeah yeah, word up Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane It's the Funk Doctor Spock smokin' lah 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 Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed How high?