Takin' it from the top?
Tippy
Oh, my people
Sing it daddy
How high, high
Take my mind
Where it never gone before
 [bad word] 
 [bad word]  the ultimate high, baby
The ultimate high

Excuse me as I kiss the sky
Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye
Who the [bad word] wanna die for their culture
Stalk the dead body like a vulture, Tical get
Blacker than your blackest stallion hit your house
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
While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse
When I raise my trigga finga all y'all niggaz hit the decks
'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcore
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] #39; with us is just straight suicide
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 don't need no rap tour
I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the [bad word] 
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 existence, M T
Ain't no use for resistance, O 
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 don't stop till I get enough
Your [bad word] broke down, light your flare
Since the dark side 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, I'm a bullet on my block
How you dope when you payed for your billboard spot?
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] 
Till 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 our [bad word] #39; own
Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic
Bring the Pain lyrics screamin' for the antiseptic
Movin' on your left kid, and I'm method, out my [bad word] #39; 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, your'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, ff a rap critic he talk about it while I live it
If Red got the blunt, I'm the second one to hit it
Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya
Enter the cent, lyrics bang like Nico-chet
Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic
Rollin blunts an all day habit I get it on like Smif