The Most High

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That weed ,Will make u feel good
That woman, will make u feel good
That friend, will u make u feel good
That sunshine, will make u feel good
The god, will make u feel good
The song, will make u feel good
The words, will make u feel good
The music, will make u feel good

I wake up praising the most high
Even tho at times I wake up feeling like the most high
It's not that I got attention deficit
I understand my vanity & self Centeredness
And Lately I haven't gotten any messages
I get by on my charm & my Elegance
I Make sure the rents paid when the lights on
Don't answer the phone, it might be mom
And she might, find out drugs that I be on
So, I'm vulkan not Klingon
Never been the type just to be a Cling on
More like Drinking fine wine in the vineyard
Captain Pickard stringing on a guitar
Miniature Minotaur colder than a bli-zzard
Lemme spit my dizz-arts
Add more items on my Ca-zzart
Been like this this since the stizzart
And we Making this Izz-Art

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I wake up praising the most high
Even tho at times I wake up feeling like the most high
Excuse me, for pushing the envelope
It's cold world like my flow 10 Below
Put on for Vizzy Put on for the city
I know this shit sound gritty
I'm all up your biddies Like Cassie was fucking diddy and doing my Lil diddy
On American Graffiti while I felt like I was 50
Huh Like nobody was fucking with me
But that's because skill wise, nobody was fucking with me
Huh? You Niggas really dime a dozen
I'm saying you over hustling over nothing
So while you on twitter fronting
I'm better than you end of discussion
I made this song for those who tuck it in Nantucket
Fucker! save some supper
Aiming at you bastards like blocka blocka blocka

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I wake up praising the most high
Even tho at times I wake up feeling like the most high
I'm Gza & Jay-Z's Lovechild
Strong jawed like Kobe eat punches from Chris Childs
Couple of raps from me, make your bitch smile
Iron horse, bitch Niggas dismount
Get casted out with words from this mouth
Then get my dick licked up at your bitch house
Ain't no love here, don't come unclean
I Got knives like Crocodile Dundee
Smoke sumthing, like Pimp C word to Bun B
Last name Brewster first name Punky
But they said that God don't love ugly
Take a swipe outta ya head & and now you look like Gumby
Hmph Look at you, tell me how that hurt
Loaded lux couldn't tell you to get that work

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