Kiss the sky

Intro:

Takin it from the top?
Tippy? Tippy?

How High?....
The Ultimate High....

Verse One: Method Man

Scuse me as I kiss the sky
Sing a song of six pence, a pocet full a rye
Who the [bad word] wanna die for their culture
Stalk the dead body like a vulture
Tical get, HMMM
Blacker than your blackest stallion
Hit your house`n projects
I represent the Shaolin my [bad word] Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow
It be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down down

Verse Two: Redman

While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse
When I raise my trigga finga all yall niggaz hit the decks!
Cause aint no need for that, hustlers and hardcores
Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs
The Green-Eyed Bandit can`t stand it
With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam [bad word] Plus, the Bombazee got me wild
 [bad word] with us) is a straight suicide

Verse Three: Method Man

10 9 8 7 6 5 4
3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door
Tical bring it to that [bad word] raw
Breakin all the rules like glass jaws [bad word]  you got to get mine to get yours [bad word]  we dont need no rap tour
I`d rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture
More than you bargained for
Tical, that stays open like an all nite store
For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel
Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill
And end your existance, M-E-T
Ain`t no use for resistance, H-O-
Verse Four: Redman

I bees the ultimate rush to any [bad word] on dust
The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad [bad word] I shift like a clutch with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I dont stop till I get enough
Your [bad word] broke down, light your flare
Since the darkside tears you into hollywood squares
6 million ways to die, so I chose
Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed
The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap
And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey [bad word] And yo my man (Tical) hit me now [bad word] use to play me now they cant forget me now
Forget me not, I rock the spot, check glock
Empty off a lickin off a hip hop [bad word] the billboard, Im a bullet on my block
How you dope when you payed for your billboard spot?

Chorus:

Look up in the sky, it`s a bird, it`s a plane
It`s the funk doctor spock smokin buddha on a train
HOW HIGH? So high that I can kiss the sky
HOW SICK? So sick that you can suck my [bad word] Look up in the sky it`s a bird it`s a plane
Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain`t a [bad word] thing changed
HOW HIGH? So High that I can kiss the sky
HOW SICK? So Sick that you can suck my [bad word] 
Verse Five: Method Man

Til my man Raider Ruckus come home
It ain`t really on till the Ruckus get, home
Puff a meth bone, now I`m off to the red zone
we don`t need your dirt weed we got a [bad word] O
Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic
Bring the Pain lyrics screamin for the antiseptic
Movin on your left kid, and I`m methted, out my [bad word] dome piece
Plus I got no love for the beast
Hailin from the big East Coast
Where niggaz pack toast
Home of the drug kingpins and cut throats
[Hey boy, you`s the rude boy on the block
You try and stop the bum rush you will get popped]
As I run around with a racist
My style was born in the 50 stair cases
Dig it, eff a rap critic
He talk about it while I live it
If Red got the blunt, Im the second one to hit it

Verse Six: Redman

Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya
Enter the centa, lyrics bang like rico-chet
Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic
Rollin blunts an all day habit
I get it on like Smif`n`Wes
Punks take a sip and test
Who split your vest
The funk phenomenon
I`m bombin you like Lebanon
Blow canals of Panama
Just off stamina
Styles not to be [bad word] with, or played with [bad word] the pretty hoes, I love those Section Bit-ches
Hittin switches, Twistin wigs with
Fat radical mathematical type scriptures
I dig