How High Remix - Metchod Man

It ain't his record, he stole it from somebody else
Takin' it from the top? (Hell yeah we takin' it from the top)
Tippy, if you see, sing it daddy
Heyyy
Fly Robin fly
Fly Robin fly
To the sky Robin fly
Up, up to the sky

Excuse me as I kiss the sky
Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye
Who the fuck wanna die for their culture?
Stalk the dead body like a vulture
Ticalian, mmm, blacker than your blackest stallion
Hit your housing projects, I represent your Shaolin
Bitches, hell yes, Apocalypse Now, the gun pow
It be goin' down, diggy-diggy down, diggy down, down

While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse
When I raise my trigger finger, all y'all niggas hit the deck
'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcore
Four to the floor, raw like Reservoir Dogs
The green-eyed bandit, can't stand it
With more Fruity Loops than that Toucan Sam bitch
Plus, the bom-ba-zee got me wide
Fuckin' with them is a straight suicide

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
It's the Funk Doctor Spock smokin' chronic on a train
How high? So high that I could kiss the sky
Up, up to the sky
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Recognize Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
How high? So high that I could kiss the sky
Up, up to the sky

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four
Three, two, murder one lyric at your door
Tical bring it to that ass raw
Breakin' all the rules like glass jaw
Nigga, you got to get mine to get yours
Nigga, we don't need no rap tour
I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rapture
More than you bargained for
Tical's that stays open like an all-night 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-E-T
Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D

I shift like a clutch with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I don't stop 'til I get enough
Six million ways to die, so I chose
Made it six million and one with your eyes closed
And blindfold, cold, so you can feel the wrath
And shatter the glass and second half of your funky ass
Ayo, my man (Tical), hit me now
Just used to play me, now they can't forget me now
Forget me not, I rock the spot, check Glock
Empty off a lickin' off in hip-hop
Fuck the Billboard, I'm a bullet on my block
How you dope when you paid for your Billboard spot?

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
It's the Funk Doctor Spock smokin' chronic on a train
How high? So high that I could kiss the sky
Up, up to the sky

As I run a mile with a racist
My style was born in the busy staircases
Dig it, F 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 center, lyrics bang like rico-
-Chet rabbit, I bring havoc with an A-K 'matic
Rollin' blunts an all-day habit
I get it on like Smith & Wess', whose clique's the best?
Punks take a sip and test, who splits your vest?
The funk phenomenon, I'm bombin' you like Lebanon
Flow canals of Panama, just off stamina

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
It's the Funk Doctor Spock smokin' chronic on a train
How high? So high that I could kiss the sky
Up, up to the sky
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Recognize Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
How high? So high that I could kiss the sky
Up, up to the sky
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
It's the Funk Doctor Spock smokin' chronic on a train
How high? So high that I could kiss the sky
Up, up to the sky
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Recognize Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
How high? So high that I could kiss the sky
Up, up to the sky