[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
