Intro: 

 Takin it from the top? 
 Tippy? Tippy? 

 How High?.... 
 The Ultimate High.... 

 Verse One: Method Man 

 Scuse me as I kiss the sky 
 Sing a song of six pence, a pocet full a rye 
 Who the [bad word] wanna die for their culture 
 Stalk the dead body like a vulture 
 Tical get, HMMM 
 Blacker than your blackest stallion 
 Hit your house'n projects 
 I represent the Shaolin my [bad word] 
 [bad word] yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow 
 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 trigga finga all yall niggaz hit the decks! 
 Cause aint no need for that, hustlers and hardcores 
 Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs 
 The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it 
 With more [bad word] Loops then that Toucan Sam [bad word] 
 Plus, the Bombazee got me wild 
  [bad word] with us) is a straight suicide 

 Verse Three: Method Man 

 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 
 3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door 
 Tical bring it to that [bad word] raw 
 Breakin all [bad word] like glass jaws 
 [bad word]  you got to get mine to get yours 
 [bad word]  we dont 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 nite store 
 For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel 
 Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill 
 And end your existance, M-E-T 
 Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-

 Verse Four: Redman 

 I bees the [bad word] to any [bad word] on dust 
 The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad [bad word] 
 I shift like a clutch with [bad word] 
 Examine my nuts, I dont stop till I get enough 
 Your [bad word] broke down, light your flare 
 Since the darkside tears you into hollywood squares 
 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 rap 
 And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey [bad word] 
 And yo my man (Tical) hit me now 
 [bad word] use to play me now they cant forget me now 
 Forget me not, I rock the spot, check glock 
 Empty off a lickin off a hip hop 
 [bad word] the billboard, Im a bullet on my block 
 How you dope when you payed for your billboard spot? 

 [bad word]  

 Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane 
 It's the funk doctor spock smokin buddha on a train 
 HOW HIGH? So high that I can kiss the sky 
 HOW SICK? So sick that you can suck my [bad word] 
 Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane 
 Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a [bad word] thing changed 
 HOW HIGH? So High that I can kiss the sky 
 HOW SICK? So Sick that you can suck my [bad word] 

 Verse Five: Method Man 

 Til my man [bad [bad word] home 
 It ain't really on till [bad word] get, home 
 Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone 
 we don't need your dirt weed we got a [bad word] O 
 Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic 
 Bring the Pain lyrics screamin for the antiseptic 
 Movin on your left kid, and I'm methted, out my [bad word] dome piece 
 Plus I got no love for the beast 
 Hailin from the big East Coast 
 Where niggaz pack toast 
 Home of the [bad word] kingpins and cut throats 
 [Hey boy, you's [bad word] boy on the block 
 You try and stop the [bad word] you will get popped] 
 As [bad word] around with a racist 
 My style was born in the 50 stair cases 
 Dig it, eff a rap critic 
 He talk about it while I live it 
 If Red got the blunt, Im the second one to hit it 

 Verse Six: Redman 

 Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya 
 Enter the centa, lyrics bang like rico-chet 
 Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic 
 Rollin blunts an all day habit 
 I get it on like Smif'n'Wes 
 Punks take a sip and test 
 Who split your vest 
 The funk phenomenon 
 I'm bombin