D.J. Paul - Now I'm High, Really High lyrics

[Hook] Triple six, triple six, triple six smoked out Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] The Indo's creating illusions The substance infesting my brain cell is causing confusion I picture teflon in slow motion It's piercing through flesh and continues to cruising Wait think straight, don't haste paste penetrate Face ace sake place base, damn I think I'm crazed Terrors the error no errors within my terror Are you scared of 6-double-6, demonically elegant elements A manic depressive agressiveness, stress me b**h And you will feel the strength of my weapons kit Tric-kory, hic-kory, dickory dock, I smoke top notch bud crop The D, the O, the P, the E, I need the B, the L, the U-N-T Because that green power flower got much love I tell you don't f** with the Triple 6 mane Cause you know that we on them d** Damn I'm going off with this blunt outter space rock Lord Infamous, I keep clouds of smoke flyin out my mouth [Chorus] [Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca] Who's that busting up in my door Was way too slow, I hit the floor They shot up all my n***as in the kitchen flipping dominos Blood all on my leg, I wiped this sh** up to my f**ing head Caught them trizzicks slipping, buck them busta b**hes dead Peace out to my n***as Tim and k**a, they're my broadies My momma said there be day like this But my daddy never told me And that's why I'm a hard lead twisting on my dreads I'm scared, a n***a dead, it's in my f**in' head Thinking I would hesitate and wait to buck your b**hes down Read up on my tis n***a cause I ain't no damn hologram But I'm clicking whit that quickness Like a sickness from that Triple 6 Drop you winning a splander Cut you up like Jeffrey Dahmer b**h Really I could care less 'bout a n***a tryin' to flex against The mothaf**in' Tech, you get some *shots* up in your neck And when see you the Koopsta Knicca it's a f**in' redruM Run, run, run 'fore I leave ya damn body numb [Hook]