How High- FRZA*Exclusive*Remix
Method Man & Redman Lyrics

Taking it from the top?
Starting from the beginning?

Tippy? Tippy?
Are we ready?

How High?
How elevated?

The Ultimate High
The highest level of consciousness or experience

Scuse me as I kiss the sky
Pardon me as I reach the highest point

Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full of rye
Narrate a tale of wealth and indulgence

Who the fuck want to die for their culture
Who would be willing to sacrifice their life for their cultural beliefs

Stalk the dead body like a vulture
Hover over a deceased person like a scavenger bird

Tical get, hmm
Method Man's alter ego, getting high on marijuana

Blacker than your blackest stallion
Darker than the darkest horse

Hit your house'n projects
Invade impoverished neighborhoods

I represent the Shaolin my nigga
I proudly represent the Wu-Tang Clan and Shaolin, Staten Island

Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow
Yes indeed, it's like the end of the world, with firearms being discharged

It be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down down
Things are about to get chaotic and intense

While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse
As celestial bodies crumble and disintegrate

When I raise my trigga finga all why'all niggaz hit the decks!
As I pull the trigger, all of you retreat or take cover

Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcores
Because there's no justification for violence, only for those committed to the streets and tough lifestyles

Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs
Real and unfiltered, just like the movie 'Reservoir Dogs'

The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it
Redman, known as the Green-Eyed Bandit, dislikes the current state of affairs

With more Fruitier Loops than that Toucan Sam Bitch
Having a greater variety of flavors like Fruit Loops cereal, mocking the Toucan Sam character

Plus, the Bombazee got me wild
The potent marijuana got Redman feeling exhilarated

(Fuckin with us) is a straight suicide
Engaging with us is essentially fatal

10 9 8 7 6 5 4
Counting down, preparing for something significant

3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door
Ready to deliver a deadly verse to your doorstep

Tical bring it to that ass raw
Method Man presents it in an unfiltered and aggressive manner

Breakin all the rules like glass jaws
Violating all the boundaries, just like fragile jaws breaking

Nigga, you got to get mine to get yours
You must pursue success for yourself before you can expect others to do the same

Fucka, we don't need no rap tour
We don't rely on a musical tour for our success

I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture
I prefer to speak the truth and captivate you with my rap skills

More than you bargained for
Going beyond your expectations

Tical, that stays open like an all night store
Method Man's alter ego remains alert and available, just like a 24-hour store

For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel
Genuinely, I maintain a high level of skill, just like a powerful weapon

Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill
Aiming at your head, fully intending to end your life

And end your existence, M-E-T
And permanently terminate your presence, Method Man

Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D
There's no point in opposing us, Redman's crew called the Hit Squad

I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust
I provide the complete thrill to any person under the influence of drugs

The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad sluts
The potent strain of marijuana known as Egyptian Musk used to make me attract many promiscuous women

I shift like a clutch with the Ruck
I swiftly move and change gears with my partner Raider Ruckus

Examine my nuts, I don't stop till I get enough
Take a close look at my skills, I won't cease until I've had my fill

Your shit broke down, light your flare
Your music is obsolete, ignite a signal to call for help

Since the darkside tears you into hollywood squares
The harsh reality of life in the streets exposes the phoniness of those trying to be celebrities

6 million ways to die, so I chose
There are countless paths to death, and I've picked one

Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed
Now there's one more way to die, and you won't even see it coming

The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap
Being blinded, leaving you vulnerable, to fully experience the intensity of my rap

And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass
Breaking through barriers and giving the latter portion to insult your inferiority

And yo my man (Tical) hit me now
And hey, my friend Method Man, contact me now

Bitches use to play me now they can't forget me now
Women who used to ignore me now can't get me out of their minds

Forget me not, I rock the spot, check glock
Don't overlook me, I dominate the scene, inspect my firearm

Empty off a licking off a hip hop
Unload a flurry of rhymes on the hip hop genre

Fuck the billboard, I'm a bullet on my block
Disregard the charts, I have a significant impact within my community

How you dope when you paid for your billboard spot?
How can you claim to be talented when you simply paid for your promotion?

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Observe the heavens, is it a bird? Is it a plane?

It's the funk doctor spock smoking Buddha on a train
It's Redman, the funky physician, getting high on marijuana while traveling on a train

How high? So high that I can kiss the sky
How elevated? I'm so high that I can touch and embrace the sky

How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick
How ill? I'm so sick that you can perform a sexual act on me

Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
Acknowledge me, Method Man, things remain the same

Til my man Raider Ruckus come home
Until my companion Raider Ruckus is released from incarceration

It ain't really on till the Ruckus get, home
The real action won't begin until Ruckus is back

Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone
Smoke a marijuana joint, then head to the dangerous area

We don't need your dirt weed we got a fuckin O
We don't need your low-quality marijuana, we have a substantial quantity

Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic
Listen closely, I cause chaos with my aggressive delivery

Bring the Pain lyrics screamin for the antiseptic
My lyrics are so intense, they require cleansing and healing

Movin on your left kid, and I'm methted, out my fuckin dome piece
Advancing on your left side, and I'm high on drugs, out of my mind

Plus I got no love for the beast
Furthermore, I have no affection for the police

Hailin from the big East Coast
Coming from the prominent East Coast region

Where niggaz pack toast
Where individuals carry firearms

Home of the drug kingpins and cut throats
Originating from a place known for its high-level drug dealers and dangerous criminals

[Hey boy, you's the rude boy on the block
'Hey boy, you're the tough guy in the neighborhood

You try and stop the bum rush you will get popped]
If you attempt to prevent our surge, you'll be shot

As I run around with a racist
While I associate with a prejudiced individual

My style was born in the 50 stair cases
My unique approach originated in the housing projects with 50 floors

Dig it, eff a rap critic
Understand it, disregard the opinions of music critics

He talk about it while I live it
They speak about it, but I actually experience it

If Red got the blunt, I'm the second one to hit it
If Redman has a marijuana joint, I'm next in line to smoke it

Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya
Look up, I possess the skills, language, and weapons within you

Enter the centa, lyrics bang like rico-chet
Here comes the centered force, lyrics hit with impactful force like a ricochet

Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic
I, Redman, cause chaos with my powerful assault rifle

Rollin blunts an all day habit
Rolling marijuana joints is a constant daily practice for me

I get it on like Smif'n'Wes
I engage in activities with the same intensity as the duo Smif-n-Wessun

Punks take a sip and test
Inferior individuals attempt to challenge me after gaining some confidence

Who split your vest
Who penetrated your protective clothing

The funk phenomenon
The incredible and influential funk music style

I'm bombin you like Lebanon
I'm attacking you with great force, similar to the bombings in Lebanon

Blow canals of Panama
Causing destruction and chaos like the Panama Canal

Just off stamina
Simultaneously driven by high energy and endurance

Styles not to be fucked with, or played with
My styles are not to be messed with or taken lightly

Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those Section A Bit-ches
Disregard the attractive women, I prefer the more promiscuous ones from a specific area

Hitting switches, Twisting wigs with
Engaging in car modifications and confusing or surprising others

Fat radical mathematical type scriptures
Extensive, unconventional, and thought-provoking lyrics

I dig up in your planets like Diga
I delve into your thoughts and inner world, just like a digger

Boo, scared you, blew you to smithe-reens
Exclaimed to startle and terrify you, leaving you shattered into fragments

Fuck the marines, I got machines
Disregard the military, I possess powerful weaponry

To light the spliff, and read Mad magazine
To ignite the marijuana joint and read a satirical magazine called Mad

I fly more heads than Continental
I sell more records and have more influence than the Continental Airlines company

Wreck ya 5 times like US AIR off an instrumental
Destroy you five times, just like the airline company US AIR went bankrupt

Look I'm not a half way crook with bad looks
Hey, I'm not a partially dishonest person with unattractive appearance

But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks
However, I might destroy your reputation, just like I did to someone named Cal Brooks

I breaks em up proppa
I effectively dismantle and defeat my opponents

Ask Biggie Smalls 'Who Shot Ya'
Refer to the late rapper Notorious B.I.G.'s song 'Who Shot Ya' to understand

Funk doctor, with the 12 Gauge Mossberg
Redman, the funky physician, with a powerful shotgun called Mossberg

Look, I got the tools like Rickle
See, I possess the necessary skills and equipment, just like Rickle

To make your mind tickle
To stimulate and intrigue your mind

For the nine nickle
For the 9mm handgun

(Yo Red, yo Red!)
(Hey Redman, hey Redman!)

Punk ass pussy ass
Inferior and cowardly individual

[You ain't gotta say no more man, that's it]
No need to continue speaking, I understand

Word up Tical, We Out
Indeed, Method Man, we're leaving

(It's over)
(The song has concluded)