#High

It's that good, it's that true it's that creative its that that that that high baby We gon' need a parachute, for this, pair of shoes with some wings on the heels Sho Baraka: We high! Sho, what does that really mean? We used to get stoned, now we just stone Philistines We catching the buzz without that booze in em' My crew is real, you would have thought it was a Jew with them No label, no genre They don't know where to group me We're just a group with no home, we the new Fugees We got a heart for the poor but yet we so boojie Wal-Mart budget but our swag is so Gucci High charity, high living, high art These rappers rhyme book should have some more erase marks And when they open up their mouths we are not impressed They have no direction homie, why is this not addressed (I don't know) Ignorant artist live backwards with their weak standards Praying for Sunday, put an end to these weak rappers And there's nothing they can do to make your boy afraid I'm from a place where the ground does the Harlem shake [Hook] You gon' need a parachute for this Pair of shoes with some wings on the heels Homie we high We live high, stay high Pass on anything that ain't fly You don't need to get dressed for this Good life get your name on the list Tell yo' mama we high We live high, stay high Pass on anything that ain't fly Swoope: Welcome to the crack house of blues it's the trap house of music Packed out with dudes that's fed up with them whack styles that's stupid A movement who is fly as parachutes is, Look what the wind blew in Society that's so high, I'm an addict, so high I'm the addict, try to keep me off and I'm like nope bye I'm back at it We got that good stuff, trying to get you under The influence, is somewhat higher than marijuana Oh you on that ganja? I'm warning you ain't high yet I'm pushing that good music on your corner like a hydrant Hi kids, I'll show you what high is Live under the law of not your honor but your highness. Flying [Hook] JR: Yeah momma I’m so high I can't remember the last time I was this fly The music got me open I’m ready to take a dive And every second I listen its just like s-s-s-suicide Cause the 808s, yea it's killing me But I can't help it its healing me just like therapy Yea you got that good, well homie I've lost faith Cause all I see is copy cats in this rat race Natalie Sims "Suzy Rock": We-we-we Well hello hi to my haters, send em on a hiatus Hibernating woke em up with something New Sanaa Lathan But I light ain't latent, yes our Music so Mavis Beacon beaming for miles, blowing trumpets, Hi Davis We that 84 retro, that art deco Where harps bark, Heavy Metal, we Balloons Let go We Techno artist in a broad market on a narrow road Marching pushing margins, Ma-Ma Marksmen with one target. Lets go [Hook]