Intro

Word up Mic Geronimo....nah mean..

Check it out....

Im so high/you so high

I be gettin money till the day that I die

Im so high/you so high

I be gettin money till the day that I die

Verse 1

Behold the uncontrollable

I keep the hold world in drama

smoke my competition now they jus a bag of skama

I'm a reload the vocab that Manson used

amatuers they plead the O.J.

and wonder why they lose

I subdue the microphone and left it in submission

then cracked the Phillie open

and found a talent that was hidden

I kid no man whose similar to mental migrane

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 robbed a man who doubt the jack up on the plan

he can stand but didnt analyse the whole pro-jam

I took my time, I found I couldnt wait to explain

The Masta I.C. enters now in ya game

Chorus [Repeat *4]

Im so high/you so high

I be gettin money till the day that I die

Verse 2

The new and improved

you can't make a move

or elude the feud about to be cued

A soloist journed through tha mist now found

assassinate the sound wit choke by the pound

make my own type of home by the phone

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

my terminology and oddessy on the man

I'll count your rap for sham and move cooler than a fan

Split decision, I cut wit 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

Chorus

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