Celph Titled - Higher lyrics

[Verse 1: Celph Titled] Dissing messages in my lyrics, I speak in bar codes My CD bar code move weight by the car loads You can't find my land mines with metal detectors But my satellite'll see the shine on your bike pedal reflectors Fire through your studio monitors and it's obvious I'm down with war horse, and part of Diabolic's war force (Salute) I show you how to do this done-y I'm trying to get that Bone Thugs-N-Harmony ruthless money Load the guns out the armory to shoot these dummies Here I ah, here I yeah, you might a**ume he's coming (yesss) Burn your b**h 'til she's bald leather like taxiderms She'll need a double extension and no it won't be for tax returns You failed the first f**ing question of a lie detector quiz And all they asked was what your gender is The agenda is, Celph Titled is sick with his The most ignorant to spit and that's what my intention is [Hook: Diabolic] So roll it up, light it up, this sh**'ll take you higher Master kush, purple haze, this sh**'ll take you higher Pure dope for the mind, this sh**'ll take you higher Higher than you ever been, yo we got that fire Turn it up, let 'em know this sh**'ll take you higher Northern lights, bubble gum, this sh**'ll take you higher Pure, uncut raw, this sh**'ll take you higher Higher than you ever been, this that medicine [Verse 2: Diabolic] I got a villain's logic rocking shows I fill the spots with crowds captivated, every two bars I k** a hostage I'm jobless, so I'm going into children's pockets at the Grammy's Throwing brandy on Andy Milonakis I won't stop it until I got a million godless hoes there chilling topless screaming (You the illest 'bolic!) Critics can swallow a bottle of pills and vomit Choke until your face is blue, like war paint on William Wallace (freedom!) King of the jungle, hold gold in a silver goblet Dropping knowledge that could have gorillas building rockets Trying to fill my pockets 'til I feel accomplished Fresh candy paint on my DeVille, and the grill is polished Nah I'm broke as ever, I'm still as modest Still knocking motherf**ers out, they still unconscious In a different world, like Dwayne Wayne at Hillman College While I'm chilling, where they're so fat they're spilling chronic [Hook: Diabolic] [Verse 3: Swave Sevah] Don't you like when dudes rap about things they really don't be Flow tight, sicker than Pac and know how to control a beat 'Bout that, any drama they welcome it openly But where do you f** faces get a load of me? I got the potency Bars melt your brain and make it leak out your ears and f** up your upholstery Ain't too many of you rap dudes can come close to me (I mean that) But to ease the blow, I say it jokingly (ha-ha, f** that) But that's part of the main issue Y'all stupid a** always think somebody playing with you I ain't here to amuse, I ain't your friend Catch a swift right to your chin if you don't wipe off that grin (blaow!) Nothing worse than hearing a grown man b**h Send him home with his face bearing my whole hand print Grown man sh**, became a beast all the time Laid down law of the land, now I'mma go get high [Hook: Diabolic] [Outro: Diabolic] This sh**'ll take you higher This sh**'ll take you higher This sh**'ll take you higher Higher than you ever been, this that medicine