Rising

[Intro] I feel high I feel really high [Verse 1] Feel like I'm in the sky with Roger Troutman Looked down and saw the hate and a lot of doubting But I've got a mouth that really do flow like a water fountain Raising hell, but they can tell through me is Allah shouting Dying to rip it, crying "I am the sickest" Rhyming explicit, high-end, but you're buying the ticket, see? This is me, dismissing this, hiss if he disagree Mr.T, spit the free so quick and give his chick a D Okay, I'm back, having everlasting life When you're rapping right, let me in, I ain't asking nice Bashing mics, ripping it even if I'm half in height It'll be smashing wives, get her open like Aston pipes Alarmingly, God, I'm really horny and hot, on But I'm warning the Dada That he really don't want no carne asada Ya beef on bread, soft, you're floating, long dead Hell I'm giving 'em is burning his arm, leg, leg, arm, head Sheesh - It's a motherfucking release My nigga Reef sent it from K.C., MO them Harry Fraud beats I can barely be calmed, yet Not to never beyond Tech Hip Hop's a popularity contest Very odd, they evil, and rarely God But when I hit 'em up in a cherry Dodge Metamorphosis of scary broads Merry fairies carry bras, I'm gonna bury y'all Necessary job by Nina and Harry Fraud [Outro]