How High (remix)

[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