Masta I.C.

Artist: Mic Geronimo Album: The Natural Song: Masta I.C Intro I'm so high, you so high I'll be gettin' money 'til the day that I die I'm so high, you so high I'll be gettin' money 'til the day that I die Verse 1 Behold the uncontrollable I keep the whole world in drama Smoke my competition now they just a bag of skama Imma reload the vocab that Manson used Now amateurs will play to O.J And wonder why they lose I subdued the microphone and left it in submission Then cracked the philly open And found a talent that was hidden I kid no man is similar to mental migraine 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 mock a man who's fountain on a jack up in the plan He can scan but didn't analyze the whole pro jam I took my time I found I couldn't wait to explain The Masta I.C. enters now in ya game Chorus [Repeat x4] I'm so high, you so high I'll be gettin' money 'til the day that I die Verse 2 The new and improved You can't make a move Or elude the feud about to be cued A soloist journey through the mist now found Assassinate the sound with choke by the pound Make my own type of home on the phone MC's reachin' for my style I'll leave alone My terminology and odyssey known to man And counteract the sham I'm cooler than a fan Split the fission I cut with 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 [Repeat x4] I'm high 'til I die so there's no need to lie Pass that metal over to the small guy Kickin' inside from desire Mils will be the ammos all explodin' on the mic to fuel the fire I'm lifted off of 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 the game Play me and try to get away that's a maybe Be da foe and I'mma hold a 9 to ya lady Our style's like a weapon I hit the untrue No need for me to come stalkin' 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 and now I keep it on the plane The Masta I.C. enters now in ya brain I'm so high... Chorus [Repeat x4]