Masta I.C.

Yeah, you don't stop

Mic Geronimo, nah mean?

Check it out

I'm so high, you so high

I'll be gettin' money till the day that I die

I'm so high, you so high

I'll be gettin' money till the day that I die

Behold the uncontrollable

I keep the whole world in drama

Smoke my competition now they just a bag of skama

I'ma reload the vocab that Manson used

Now amateurs will play to O.J

You wonder why they lose

I subdued the microphone and left it in submission

Then cracked the philly open

And found a talent that was hidden

I kid no man is similar to mental migraine

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 mock a man who's fountain on a jack up in the plan

He can scan but didn't analyze the whole pro jam

I took my time I found I couldn't wait to explain

The Masta I.C. enters now in ya game

I'm so high, you so high

I'll be gettin' money till the day that I die

I'm so high, you so high

I'll be gettin' money till the day that I die

I'm so high, you so high

I'll 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 journey through the mist now found

Assassinate the sound with choke by the pound

Make my own type of home on the phone

MC's reachin' for my style I'll leave alone

My terminology and odyssey known to man

And counteract the sham I'm cooler than a fan

Split the fission I cut with 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

I'm so high, you so high

I'll be gettin' money till the day that I die

I'm so high, you so high

I'll be gettin' money till the day that I die

I'm so high, you so high

I'll be gettin' money till the day that I die

I'm so high, you so high

I'll be gettin' money till the day that I die

I'm high till I die, so there's no need to lie

Pass that metal over to the small guy

Kickin' inside from desire

Mils will be the ammos all explodin' on the mic to fuel the fire

I'm lifted off of 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 the game

Play me and try to get away that's a maybe

Be da foe and I'ma hold a 9 to ya lady

Our style's like a weapon

I hit the untrue

No need for me to come stalkin' 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 and now I keep it on the plane

The Masta I.C. enters now in ya brain

I'm so high, you so high

I'll be gettin' money till the day that I die

I'm so high, you so high

I'll be gettin' money till the day that I die

I'm so high, you so high

I'll be gettin' money till the day that I die

I'm so high, you so high

I'll be gettin' money till the day that I die