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 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 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 pass that metal over to the small guy kickin inside from desire mills will be the amps on the mic will explode to feel the fire I'm lifted/up off 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 ya game Play me and try to get away thats a maybe be before and I will hold a 9 to ya lady I styles like a weapon/I hit the untrue don't need for me to come stalkin and 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 now I keep it on the plane The Masta I.C. enters now in ya brain Im so high... [Chorus]