Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Masta I.C., artist - Mic Geronimo. Album song The Natural, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.11.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Blunt
Song language: English
Masta I.C. |
Check it out… |
Im so high/you so high |
I be gettin money till the day that I die |
Im so high/you so high |
I be gettin money till the day that I die |
Behold the uncontrollable |
I keep the hold world in drama |
smoke my competition now they jus a bag of skama |
I’m a reload the vocab that Manson used |
amatuers they plead the O.J. |
and wonder why they lose |
I subdue the microphone and left it in submission |
then cracked the Phillie open |
and found a talent that was hidden |
I kid no man whose similar to mental migrane |
the Masta I.C. |
enters now in ya game |
It’s been a long time maybe too long |
since your audio produced a real rap song |
I robbed a man who doubt the jack up on the plan |
he can stand but didnt analyse the whole pro-jam |
I took my time, I found I couldnt wait to explain |
The Masta I.C. |
enters now in ya game |
Chorus |
Im so high/you so high |
I be gettin money till the day that I die |
The new and improved |
you can’t make a move |
or elude the feud about to be cued |
A soloist journed through tha mist now found |
assassinate the sound wit choke by the pound |
make my own type of home by the phone |
MC’s reachin for my style, I’ll leave alone |
my terminology and oddessy on the man |
I’ll count your rap for sham and move cooler than a fan |
Split decision, I cut wit precision |
so many tried before |
but still couldn’t get in Now it’s on. |
no need to explain |
the Masta I.C. |
enters now in ya game |
Im high till I die so there’s no need to lie |
pass that metal over to the small guy |
kickin inside from desire |
mills will be the amps on the mic |
will explode to feel the fire |
I’m lifted/up off my wig like terrific |
target every market/move on each one specific |
overload the frame but keep it all the same |
The Masta I.C. |
enters now in ya game |
Play me and try to get away thats a maybe |
be before and I will hold a 9 to ya lady |
I styles like a weapon/I hit the untrue |
don’t need for me to come stalkin |
and lookin for you |
I rip through ya heart and bust through ya veins |
I guarantee that things will never ever be the same |
I kicked it on the real |
now I keep it on the plane |
The Masta I.C. |
enters now in ya brain |
Im so high… |