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