Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Rated R, Plain English & EZ Mac] Can't forget Plain English Can't forget GhostWriter, JFKTV The Scholars Uh (Yeah) Y'all already know, we keep it funky (Aight, here, hold on, wait, let's do this, dog) How High: The Mixtape (Alright, I got you; Yo) [Verse 1: Plain English] They got me thinkin', am I man or machine? (Machine) Fuck it, I'm bionic, man, I jump through the screen Somethin' that you never seen (You never seen) I'm all about the green, show me to the cash If you try to fake a nigga, I can stash yo' ass (Stash yo' ass) Because I'm fresh like gash (What?), stink like trash (Yup) Jump like The Mask, and I run like Flash So go ahead and bless I creep from behind and I gleam like a fresh-cleaned Optimus Prime I'd love to show you to the grind, I'm the Waldo to find If I ever lose my body, I'll just shift minds (I shift minds) No trace, ya blood's good, give me a taste I'm just another motherfucker that's in need of some face Yo, you're losin' ya case (Yo), I'm tryna set the pace (You know) If you think you on time, nigga, just wait (Hold up) Because I'm known as fate, see, ass niggas hate But the real recognize the real and what it takes, so (Yo) [Chorus: Plain English, Plain English & EZ Mac, EZ Mac, Beedie] So what you gon' do about it, huh? I'm screamin' in ya ear but you still like, "What?" Fool, open ya eyes, surprise Realize (Yeah) you better fear for your lives (Yeah) So what you gon' do about it, huh? I'm screamin' in ya ear but you still like, "What?" Fool, open ya eyes, surprise (Yeah, uh) If you comin' at The Ill Spoken tribe, you'll die (Yo) [Verse 2: Beedie] I spit hot shit (Hot), you can see the steam when I talk Because the streets is cold, man, you can see where I walk So don't be (Uh-uh) seen in the dark by them fiends and sharks You catch me at the front-lines when the beef gets sparked You want a war? I'ma go hard (I'm here) Blow, but the flow sharp Shit, I'm goin' Boogaard and knock out the Coast Guard My folks lost so we rollin' high numbers And I'm known by the cops that patrollin', I wonder if they (Yeah) Gon' move it one day when they bored (Yeah) Fuckin' with a small-time dealer with a job (With a job) Cops robbin' me of my pride and freedom I had to hop up on a plane, take a ride to Sweden And if we lucky, we can slide this weed in 'Cause otherwise if I'm not high, I'ma bruise ya eyes with beatings So check it, I'ma wreck ya, Beedie fly this weekend I'm freakin' every girl in line who reachin', who wan' get some? (Uh-huh) [Chorus: Plain English, Plain English & EZ Mac, EZ Mac] So what you gon' do about it, huh? I'm screamin' in ya ear but you still like, "What?" Fool, open ya eyes, surprise Realize (Yeah) you better fear for your lives (Yeah) So what you gon' do about it, huh? I'm screamin' in ya ear but you still like, "What?" Fool, open ya eyes (Yeah), surprise If you comin' at The Ill Spoken tribe, you'll die [Verse 3: EZ Mac] I'm hittin' rich-paid, bitch-made snitches with a switchblade (Haha) I kick flames and switch lanes like Whip games Scare MCs down the way with shit stains (Yep) Back of the cinema, you find me as I get brains (Get brains, get brains) My life is like a movie, I spit them tunes and I spit 'em looney (Hell yeah) You wanna see me spit? Watch me hock up a loogie You'll be like David Spade, where you sayin', "Just shoot me" Get off my dick, homie, man, you all about that kiss-ass Kick rap booties, bitches back like some whiplash Throwin' money in the air like I don't miss cash Ill Spoken simply who you ain't as sick as And I'ma only tell you once, so let this be heard See, rap is my shit, leave it kept as my word And the best will get served when I step on the curb I eat your soul for some dinner, leave the rest for dessert (Yessir) [Chorus: Plain English, Plain English & EZ Mac, EZ Mac] So what you gon' do about it, huh? I'm screamin' in ya ear but you still like, "What?" Fool, open ya eyes, surprise Realize (Yeah) you better fear for your lives (Yeah) So what you gon' do about it, huh? I'm screamin' in ya ear but you still like, "What?" Fool, open ya eyes, surprise If you comin' at The Ill Spoken tribe, you'll die [Outro: Beedie & DJ Rated R] You'll die (That's right) (EZ Mac, Beedie, Will) Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die (Best in the biz) Yeah, Ill Spoken (Ill Spoken) Plain English (Uh-huh), motherfuckers Can't forget Franchise, Vintage Wanna get high?