Vulkan the Krusader - The Most High lyrics

(Chorus 1X) That weed ,Will make u feel good That woman, will make u feel good That friend, will u make u feel good That sunshine, will make u feel good The god, will make u feel good The song, will make u feel good The words, will make u feel good The music, will make u feel good I wake up praising the most high Even tho at times I wake up feeling like the most high It's not that I got attention deficit I understand my vanity & self Centeredness And Lately I haven't gotten any messages I get by on my charm & my Elegance I Make sure the rents paid when the lights on Don't answer the phone, it might be mom And she might, find out d** that I be on So, I'm vulkan not Klingon Never been the type just to be a Cling on More like Drinking fine wine in the vineyard Captain Pickard stringing on a guitar Miniature Minotaur colder than a bli-zzard Lemme spit my dizz-arts Add more items on my Ca-zzart Been like this this since the stizzart And we Making this Izz-Art Chorus I wake up praising the most high Even tho at times I wake up feeling like the most high Excuse me, for pushing the envelope It's cold world like my flow 10 Below Put on for Vizzy Put on for the city I know this sh** sound gritty I'm all up your biddies Like Ca**ie was f**ing diddy and doing my Lil diddy On American Graffiti while I felt like I was 50 Huh Like nobody was f**ing with me But that's because sk** wise, nobody was f**ing with me Huh? You n***as really dime a dozen I'm saying you over hustling over nothing So while you on twitter fronting I'm better than you end of discussion I made this song for those who tuck it in Nantucket f**er! save some supper Aiming at you ba*tards like blocka blocka blocka Chorus I wake up praising the most high Even tho at times I wake up feeling like the most high I'm Gza & Jay-Z's Lovechild Strong jawed like Kobe eat punches from Chris Childs Couple of raps from me, make your b**h smile Iron horse, b**h n***as dismount Get casted out with words from this mouth Then get my dick licked up at your b**h house Ain't no love here, don't come unclean I Got knives like Crocodile Dundee Smoke sumthing, like Pimp C word to Bun B Last name Brewster first name Punky But they said that God don't love ugly Take a swipe outta ya head & and now you look like Gumby Hmph Look at you, tell me how that hurt Loaded lux couldn't tell you to get that work Chorus