Various Artists - How High (Remix) lyrics

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Various Artists - How High (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] (E. Sermon: Latest record? You stole it from somebody else) Takin it from the top? (Hell yeah, we taking it from the top) Tippy? All my people [Sing it, daddy] Hey, uh (Fly Robin Fly)(Repeat 3X) (Up, up to the sky) [Verse One: Method Man] Excuse me as I kiss the sky Sing a song of sixpence, a pocketful a rye Who the f** wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture Ticallion, HMMM Blacker than your blackest stallion Hit your housing projects I represent yo Shaolin my n***a Hell yes, Apocalypse Now, the gun blaow It be goin down, diggy diggy down, diggy down down [Verse Two: Redman] While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse When I raise my trigger finger all y'all n***as hit the deck '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 then that Toucan Sam b**h Plus, the Bombazee got me wide... (Messin' with them) is a straight suicide [Chorus: Method Man & (Redman)] 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?) So high that I can kiss the sky [Up, up to the sky] [Verse Three: Method Man] 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door Tical bring it to that a** raw Breaking all the rules like gla** jaws n***a, you got to get mine to get yours f**a, 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, that stays open like an all night store For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel Pointed at your temple with the intent to k** And end your existence, M-E-T Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D [Verse Four: Redman] I shift like a clutch with the Ruck Examine my nuts, I don't stop 'til I get enough 6 million ways to die, so I chose Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the wrath And shatter the gla** and second half on your monkey a** Ayo my man (Tical) hit me now b**hes used to play me now they can't forget me now Forget me not, I rock the spot, check Glock Empty off a lickin off in hip hop f** the Billboard, I'm a bullet on my block How you dope when you paid for your Billboard spot? [Chorus: Method Man & (Redman)] 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] [Verse Five: Method Man] As I run a mile with a racist My style was born in the pissy staircases Dig it, eff a rap critic He talk about it while I live it If Red got the blunt, I'm the second one to hit it [Verse Six: Redman] Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and Glocks in ya Enter the center, lyrics bang like Rico-chet Rabbit I bring havoc with an A-K matic Rollin blunts an all day habit I get it on like Smiff and Wess Who click's the best? Punks take a sip and test Who splits your vest? The funk phenomenon I'm bombin' you like Lebanon Flow can*ls of Panama just off stamina [Chorus 2X: Method Man & (Redman)] 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?) So high that I can kiss the sky [Up, up to the sky]