Wordplay

[Insrtumental Intro] "Could we get much higher?" So high (Oh, oh, oh) Soooooooooo.... (Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh) Hiiiiiiiiiiigh... Ohhhhhhhh-ohh-ohhhhhh "Could we get much higher?" So high (Oh, oh, oh) Ohhhhhhhh-ohhh-ohhhhhhhhh (Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh) Could we get much higher? So high (Oh, oh, oh) Ohhhhhhhh - ohhhhhhhhh (Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh) Could we get much higher? So high (Oh, oh, oh) Ohhhhhhhh, ohh-ohhhhhhh (Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh) Whooooa-ooooh-oh [Verse 1] Ladies and gentlemen, I know you dig the embl-em Young, but I flow crazy like a veteran You can call me a black version of Eminem With no drug problem, but still full of adrenaline Still sending the messages, subliminally killing them I’m so sick, lacking a doctor or penicillin Whenever I’m in the building I swear you can feel my presence I’m Chris Cringle in raps; my verses are bags of presents Assault with a deadly weapon or am I spitting a message? They thirst for something different; I’m a waiter with the beverage I think thoughts ‘til my mind gets hairy They call me “The Professor”, I could fill a library I know my raps don’t sound the same But so what? I’m a maverick like John McCain And you’re the Sarah Palin of this rap sh!t So I won’t even go hard, this is just practice… [Interlude] Can we get much higher? (higher, higher) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh [Verse 2] And now I address the haters Like all the ones who say I “got no gear”, those are my favor-ites Screw it, I don’t need your approval, I got my paper When I’m pushing my Infiniti, biddies will catch the vapors The bulls will just stare, while I’m yelling, “Later, ‘gator!” I’m laughing all the way to the bank; they’re sipping Hater-ade And if I stack my chips the true player way I don’t have to be Kid Cudi, but I’ll “Make Her Say” (“Oh!”) They mad, they can’t read my poker face And they remind me of that funny face the Joker makes King of Clubs, flowing like the Ace of Spades But my Diamonds cut Hearts like a razor blade Weather the storm, yes, I will remain staid Virtuous perseverance, I’m driving them all insane I’m Kobe and you are Dwayne Wade I’m Harry Potter, you’re Twilight, not on the same page [Interlude] Can we get much higher? (higher, higher) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh [Verse 3] My pen has become a weapon, my messages steady testin’ These suckas; I’m executive checkin’ them every second Like I’m playin chess, and they just king me like checkers Then I ball hard again; I’m a consecutive wrecker Who you think you bestin’, homie, just check the record My rhymes are saturated while yours are dry like the desert Rainman, storming, I’m affecting the weather My bars stay heavyweight while yours are light as a feather Now everybody hoppin’ on my case, please stop it Before you get your face tapped up like Bop-It This ain’t Pokémon, but my Team Rocket Puttin’ in work for that economic profit Tryna keep my pockets Fat like Joe, boy And I’m rollin’ wit’ that Pillsbury Doeboy We flow cold like snow, this is no ploy Big boys on the assault like the boy Troy