How High Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am]Takin' it from the top? (Top)
Tippy? (tippy)
Come on, my people
Sing it, daddy
[C]Hey [Am](ooh-wee)
We rock
[Em]Ha (ah), ha ha
[Am]Ha ha (aha)
Taking [C]my mind where [Am]it's nev
[Em]er g[Am]one be[Em]fore
And so [Am]like a mushroom in cow shit
And I'm taking it just [Em]to get
the ulti[Am]mate [Em]high, baby
[Am]The ultimate h[Em]igh, o[Am]hh[Em]
Ex[Am]cuse

[Verse 2]
me as I kiss the sky
Sing a song of sixpence,
a pocket full a rye
Who the fuck wanna die for their culture?
Stalk the dead body like a vulture,
Ticalion, hmm
Blacker than your blackest stallion
Hit your housing pro[Em]jects
I represent yo' Shaolin, my nig[Am]ga
Now yes, Apocalypse now, the [C]gun pow
[Am]It be going down,
[Em]digg[Am]y digg[Em]y down, diggy down down
While the [Am]planets

[Verse 3]
and the stars
and the moons collapse
When I raise my trigger finger all
y'all [Em]niggas hit the [Am]deck
'Cause ain't no need for that,
hustlers and hardcore
Raw to the floor, raw like Reservoir Dogs
The Green-Eyed Bandit
Bandit [C]can't stand [Am]it
With more fruitier loops than that
[Em]Tou can Sam [Am]bitch
Plus the Bombazee got me wide
Fucking with us
Is a straight [Em]sui [Am]cide[Em]
[Am]Ten,

[Verse 4]
nine, eight, seven, six, five, four
Three, two,
murder [Em]one lyric at your door
[Am]Tical bring it to that ass raw
Breaking all the rules like glass jaws
[Em]Nigga, you got to get [Am]mines to
get yours
Fucka, we don't need no rap tour
[Em]I'd rath[Am]er kick [Em]the facts and catch
you with the [Am]rap-ture
More More than you bar[C]gained for
[Am]Tical, I stays[Em] open [Am]like[Em] an all night
store [Am](yeah, yeah, ah)
For real I keeps it ill like
a piece of blue steel
Pointed [Em]at your te[Am]mple
with the intent to kill
And end your existence, [C]M-E-T
Ain't [Am]Ain't Ain't no use
[Em]for resistance, H-O-D
I I I bees the [Am]ultimate

[Verse 5]
rush
to any nigga on dust
The Egyptian Musk used
to have me pull [Em]mad [Am]sluts
I shift like a clutch with the Ruck
Examine my nuts,
I don't stop 'til I get enough
Your shit broke down, light your flare
Since the dark side tears you
into Holly[Em]wood [Am]Squares
Six million ways to die, [C]so I [Am]chose
Made it six million an[Em]d one [Am]with your
[Em]eyes [Am]closed[Em]
[Am]The blindfold cold,
so you can feel the wrath
And shatter [Em]the glass and second
[Am]half[Em] on your funky[Am] ass
And, yo, my man [C](Tical) hit me [Am]now
Bitches used to play me now they
can't [Em]forget me [Am]now
They get me mad, I rock the spot,
check Glock
Empty off a licking off a hip-hop
Fuck Fuck the Billboard,
I'm a [C]bullet on my [Am]block
How you dope when you paid
for your Billboard spot?

[Verse 6]
Look up [Am]in the sky,
it's a bird, [C]it's [Am]a plane
It's the Funk [Em]Doctor [Am]Spot
[Em]smoking [Am]buddha [Em]on a tr[Am]ain
[Em]How high[Am]? So high that I can kiss the sky
[C]How [Am]sick? So sick that [Em]you can
[Am]suck [Em]my di[Am]ck (uh)
Look up in the sky it's a bird
[C]it's a p[Am]lane
Recognize [Em]Johnny [Am]Blaze,
[Em]ain't a da[Am]mn thing[Em] changed
[Am]How high? So high that I can kiss [C]the sky
[Am]How sick[Em]? So sick that
[Am]you can suck my dick

[Verse 7]
'Til my man [C]Raider Ruckus [Am]come home
It ain't really on 'til the Ruckus get,
home
Puff a meth bone,
[C]now I'm off to the [Am]red zone
We don't need your dirt weed,
we got our fucking own
Check it, I wreaks havoc with my hec[C]tic
Bring the [Am]Pain lyrics,
[Em]screaming for the antisep[Am]tic
[Em]Moving o[Am]n your left,
kid, and I'm Method
[C]Out my fuck[Am]ing dome [Em]piece,
plus I got no [Am]love [Em]for the beast
[Am]Hailing from the big East Coast,
where niggas pack toast
[Em]Home of th[Am]e drug
[Em]kingpins and cut throats
Hey [Am]boy,

[Verse 8]
you the rude boy [C]on the [Am]block
You try to stop the bum rush,
you will [Em]get popped
[Am]As

[Verse 9]
I run a mile with a ra[C]cist
[Am]My style was born in the
pissy stair[Em]cases
[Am]Dig [Em]it, F[Am] a rap critic
He [C]talk about it while I [Am]live [Em]it
If Red got the [Am]blunt,
[Em]I'm the second one to hit [C]it

[Verse 10]
Look up in [Am]the, I got the verbs,
[C]nouns [Am]and Glocks in ya
Enter the center,
lyrics bang like Ricochet Rabbit
I brings havoc with an AK 'matic, rolling
[Em]blunts [Am]an all day habit
I get it on like Smith [C]& Wes', who
clique's the best?
[Am]Punks [Em]take a [Am]sip and t[Em]est,
[Am]who splits your vest?
The funk phenomenon,
I'm bombing [C]you like [Am]Lebanon (blow canal)
Blow canals of Panama [Em]just
off [Am]stamina
Style's not to be fucked
with or played with
Fuck them pretty hoes,
[Em]I lo[Am]ve those Sec t[Em]ion [Am]8 Bitches
Hitting switches, [C]twisting wigs with
[Am]Fat radical mathematical t[Em]ype [Am]scriptures
I dig up in your plan[C]ets like
[Am]Diga', boo
Scared you, blew you to [Am]smithereens
Fuck the Marines, I got machines
That like to spit an[Em]d read [Am]Mad M[Em]agazine[Am]
I fly more heads than Continental
Wreck ya five times like U.S.
Air off an instrumental
Look I'm not a half way
crook with bad looks
But I may murder your case like
your name [Em]was [Am]Cal Brooks
I breaks 'em off proper
Ask Biggie Smalls who shot ya
[Em]Funk [Am]Doc tor with the
[Em]12-g[Am]auge Mossberg
Look I got the tools like Rickle
To make your mind tickle (yo, Red)

[Verse 11]
For the nine nickel
[Am]Yo, Red (bitch-ass), yo, Red
Punk-ass, pussy-ass
You You You ain't [Am]got the say no more,
man
That's it, man (word up, man)
We out, it's over
[Am]Silly-ass niggas
niggas