Masta

Lyrics

[Letra de "Masta"] (Cookin Soul) [Hook] 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: Mic Geronimo] 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, 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, maybе too long Since your audio produced a real rap song I mock a man whosе 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 [Hook] 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 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 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 calm, no need to explain The Masta I.C. enters now in ya game [Hook] 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 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