[Intro: Toni Braxton (Redman/Method Man)]
I, I get so high
[Redman:] Yo ladies and gentlemen...we got Toni Braxton up in the house
[Method Man:] So high that I can kiss the sky bitch
[Redman:] We live up in here y'all, let's get high
[Method Man:] Motherfucker get high
High (Let's Get)
High (Let's Get)
High (Let's Get)
High (Let's Get)
[Method Man]
Tical shittin again, spittin to win
Load they guns clip in the end none sicker than him
Yes indeed, I'm ill as any STD's or sex disease
These dirty rats want extra cheese
On that piece of the pie now ask me how high
Until ya reach for the sky blame the crooked letter I
That's my home, 23's wrapped in chrome
Not only snap on y'all niggas but I'll snap dem bones
Slap your dome, make you leave that crack alone
You got the, key to the city but the latch is on
I got's it locked, bringin the noise bringin the Funk Doctor Spock
Bringin my boys bringin you lungs
Pop the glock but only if you feel this shit
Jack The Ripper, don't make me have to kill this bitch
Back to get'cha put it in check that's the lishdawg
with his wood on your neck, shut your lips up
[Chorus - Toni Braxton (Redman & Method Man)]
I, I get so high (Smoke cheeba cheeba smoke cheeba cheeba)
I, can touch the sky (You so high that I can kiss the sky sky)
I, I get, so high (Brick City and The Crooked Letter I)
High (Let's Get)
High (Let's Get)
High (Let's Get)
High (Let's Get)
[Redman]
You can, call on the man when the party is borin
I'll have these hoes strippin till it's part of the mornin
I love a fat chick with a body enormous
It ain't about the weight yo it's how they performin
My dash is 180, my weed half a pound
With the smoke in the air my nose like basset hounds
I don't stash the draw, nigga divide
I'm that nigga that ride with trigga to give a supply
High, is how I stay all the time
([Method Man:] Dreams of violance and murders fall down hard
Interzonic genocide high, the affusion of life
Now it's time for suicide, to break the pure disbelief
It's time to riddle the flaws of the physique of the motors
And as we walk to the lost grounds of heaven tonight
To the battered face of the soul
We are damned from power, burnt black
Watch as we crush their laws
Hail to funerals
And feast upon their minds
Pure pain, the bitter soulstice bleeds in vain
Cold sky sin, broken veins breathe
Spirit masscorruption of deceit and death
Now it's time for genocid, just another child to burn
Move to the beat of sin, to the rythm of darkness deep within
And as we walk to the lost grounds of heaven tonight
To the battered face of the soul
We are damned from power, burnt black
Watch as we crush their laws
Hail to funerals
And feast upon their minds
Pure pain, the bitter soulstice bleeds in vain