paroles de chanson Higher - Diabolic, Celph Titled & Swave Sevah

Dissing messages in my lyrics, I speak in bar codes
My CD bar code move weight by the car loads
You can′t find my land mines with metal detectors
But my satellite'll see the shine on your bike pedal reflectors
Fire through your studio monitors and it′s obvious
I'm down with war horse, and part of Diabolic's war force (Salute)
I show you how to do this done-y
I′m trying to get that Bone Thugs-N-Harmony ruthless money
Load the guns out the armory to shoot these dummies
Here I ah, here I yeah, you might assume he′s coming (yesss)
Burn your bitch 'til she′s bald leather like taxiderms
She'll need a double extension and no it won′t be for tax returns
You failed the first fucking question of a lie detector quiz
And all they asked was what your gender is
The agenda is, Celph Titled is sick with his
The most ignorant to spit and that's what my intention is
So roll it up, light it up, this shit′ll take you higher
Master kush, purple haze, this shit'll take you higher
Pure dope for the mind, this shit'll take you higher
Higher than you ever been, yo we got that fire
Turn it up, let ′em know this shit′ll take you higher
Northern lights, bubble gum, this shit'll take you higher
Pure, uncut raw, this shit′ll take you higher
Higher than you ever been, this that medicine
I got a villain's logic rocking shows
I fill the spots with crowds captivated, every two bars I kill a hostage
I′m jobless, so I'm going into children′s pockets at the Grammy's
Throwing brandy on Andy Milonakis
I won't stop it until I got a million godless hoes there chilling topless screaming
(You the illest ′bolic!)
Critics can swallow a bottle of pills and vomit
Choke until your face is blue, like war paint on William Wallace (freedom!)
King of the jungle, hold gold in a silver goblet
Dropping knowledge that could have gorillas building rockets
Trying to fill my pockets ′til I feel accomplished
Fresh candy paint on my DeVille, and the grill is polished
Nah I'm broke as ever, I′m still as modest
Still knocking motherfuckers out, they still unconscious
In a different world, like Dwayne Wayne at Hillman College
While I'm chilling, where they′re so fat they're spilling chronic
Don′t you like when dudes rap about things they really don't be
Flow tight, sicker than Pac and know how to control a beat
'Bout that, any drama they welcome it openly
But where do you fuck faces get a load of me?
I got the potency
Bars melt your brain and make it leak out your ears and fuck up your?
Ain′t too many of you rap dudes can come close to me (I mean that)
But to ease the blow, I say it jokingly (ha-ha, fuck that)
But that′s part of the main issue
Y'all stupid ass always think somebody playing with you
I ain′t here to amuse, I ain't your friend
Catch a swift right to your chin if you don′t wipe off that grin (blaow!)
Nothing worse than hearing a grown man bitch
Send him home with his face? my own??
Grown man shit, became a beast all the time
Laid down law of the land, now I'mma go get high
This shit′ll take you higher
This shit'll take you higher
This shit'll take you higher
Higher than you ever been, this that medicine