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How High Soundtrack lyrics Fine Line lyrics As mighty a man you've ever seen spitting amphetamine To all those congested, my job raw never clean A toast to the uncontested, murderer I mark your mistake as soon as you're rested, I heard of ya Unattended for your double breasted, bulletproof vest kid Time is money well invested, burning your press kit Ya HEARD me, chic-ow, bless it and pass it leftwards Never protested, the living proof manifested Winkled your face, you better press it, menage-a-trois Put fist in thought, care to test it? If you dare I swear Motionless, I throw a stare in the eyes of uncommon wise soldier Rise like Nike, shares growing older, snowball effect to snow boulder Show you love nigga, I'm iceberg with cold shoulder No time for your manic, hazy rap attack partner Future darker than black permanent black... marker I part you from existence on solid ground Only twelve inch but long distance, that's all I frown Is we hell or is we heaven bound? I bomb the target without a sound Ain't nobody left around to hear it Sipping fine wine and spirits on summer days By the South Pacific, cheddar sound better when specific Cheddar look better when explicit Cheddar get better when statistics rise like mama biscuits All 'n all, I'm having fun with gun 'Cause world gave me gun, detonate the shells with my tongue I'm young plus I'm well hung Threat to intellect, also got your prize possession sprung I ride the fine line between yours and mine, check the design Bre-X cats wondering how rhyme turn sublime Peep my shines coming from behind I'm high beaming in your rear view Get out the left lane before I steer through Ain't even trying to hear you It was important 'til you thought I feared you Naw, loosen your bra bitch Never rest until I'm considered, the high exalted Even then I'll still be bitter, sipping on malted Through the speech, now it's time to walk it This potent poet, who only spit it if he know it Prefer to show it to the hardest of hip hop artist If you a baby making baby, finish what you started and be a MAN God damn, resort to plan B sucking on candy For delicate procedure, no time for leisure The fine line between yours and mine, freak the design Bre-X cats wondering how rhyme turn sublime Peep my shines coming from behind I'm high beaming in your rear view, CRASH I stop at nothing, my blood stream pumping nothing but utter destruction Towards cats I describe in this rap production Suffering from mal concussions, you head bangers catching repercussion First impression had you lustin' Now the name Saukrates ringing more than bells Double X-L quote me well, bringing the future Double X-L quite me well, bringing the future You want to poise for the portrait, here let me shoot you Other How High Soundtrack lyrics: Part II lyrics Round And Round lyrics Cisco Kid lyrics America's Most lyrics Let's Do It lyrics We Don't No Know 2 Act lyrics Who Wanna Rap lyrics N 2 Gether Now lyrics Party Up (Up In Here) lyrics What's Your Fantasy lyrics Da Rockwilder lyrics Bring Da Pain lyrics How To Roll A Blunt lyrics All I Need lyrics Big Dogs lyrics How High lyrics |