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 you like Lebanon 
Blow canals of Panama 
Just off stamina 
Styles not to be [bad word] with, or played