Geronimo's work with the Cash Money Click led Irv to form a relationship with rapper Ja Rule. The 1997 album Vendetta saw him with a higher profile, working with Puff Daddy-related acts the LOX and the producer himself on the single "Nothin' Move but the Money. In 2003, he released his album Long Road Back.
A well needed and appreciated hiatus gave Mic the time he needed to be able to continue to contribute to hip hop in the way he always has. lyrical dexterity, content, and creativity all are hallmarks of this veteran from that irreplacable “golden era”.
Giving himself the time needed to constantly sharpen his skills, the “Master I.C.” is now poised to re-enter the arena with his long awaited return EP entitled “Lone Wolf”. That will be available for download June 1st 2010.
Lone Wolf is a recollection, an introspective and a rebirth for Mic. With many of the usual suspects on board, the Ep is a pre cursor to a tide of material Mic has been amassing and making ready for the public. The lead single entitled “Check The Bezel” is a Hillie Hill produced hybrid of jazziness with Mic's patented street wise intellect. Featuring newcomer “Yung French” on the hook, the song is infectious and easily satisfies fans of Geronimo new and old. With production by B Money (Hustler's Ambition 50 Cent, The Prelude Jay-Z), Ty Fyffe and Pete Rock, “Lone Wolf” is evidence that talent is one thing, but a gift never leaves or fades. In addition Mic has also brought on board allies from overseas with the bounce track “One” produced by Denmark's DJ Noize.
Masta I.C.
Mic Geronimo Lyrics
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I'm so high/you so high
I be gettin' money till the day that I die
I'm so high/you so high
I be gettin' money till the day that I die
Behold the uncontrollable
Smoke my competition now they jus a bag of skama
I'm a reload the vocab that Manson used
Amateurs they plead the O.J.
And wonder why they lose
I subdue the microphone and left it in submission
Then cracked the Phillie open
And found a talent that was hidden
I kid no man whose similar to mental migraine
The Masta I.C. enters now in ya game
It's been a long time maybe too long
Since your audio produced a real rap song
I robbed a man who doubt the jack up on the plan
He can stand but didn't analyze the whole pro-jam
I took my time, I found I couldn't wait to explain
The Masta I.C. enters now in ya game
I'm so high/you so high
I be gettin money till the day that I die
I'm so high/you so high
I be gettin money till the day that I die
I'm so high/you so high
I be gettin money till the day that I die
I'm so high/you so high
I be gettin money till the day that I die
The new and improved
You can't make a move
Or elude the feud about to be cued
A soloist journed through tha mist now found
Assassinate the sound wit choke by the pound
Make my own type of home by the phone
MC's reachin for my style, I'll leave alone
My terminology and oddessy on the man
I'll count your rap for sham and move cooler than a fan
Split decision, I cut wit precision
So many tried before
But still couldn't get in
Now it's on..no need to explain
The Masta I.C. enters now in ya game
I'm so high/you so high
I be gettin money till the day that I die
I'm so high/you so high
I be gettin money till the day that I die
I'm so high/you so high
I be gettin money till the day that I die
I'm so high/you so high
I be gettin money till the day that I die
I'm high till I die so there's no need to lie
Pass that metal over to the small guy
Kickin inside from desire
Mills will be the amps on the mic
Will explode to feel the fire
I'm lifted/up off my wig like terrific
Target every market/move on each one specific
Overload the frame but keep it all the same
The Masta I.C. enters now in ya game
Play me and try to get away that's a maybe
Be before and I will hold a 9 to ya lady
I styles like a weapon/I hit the untrue
Don't need for me to come stalkin
And lookin for you
I rip through ya heart and bust through ya veins
I guarantee that things will never ever be the same
I kicked it on the real
Now I keep it on the plane
The Masta I.C. enters now in ya brain
I'm so high
I'm so high/you so high
I be gettin money till the day that I die
I'm so high/you so high
I be gettin money till the day that I die
I'm so high/you so high
I be gettin money till the day that I die
I'm so high/you so high
I be gettin money till the day that I die
The lyrics of Mic Geronimo's "Masta I.C." are primarily about the rapper's skill, power, and success in the hip hop game. Geronimo brags about being "so high" and earning money for life, highlighting his confidence and ambition in his craft. He taunts his competitors, suggesting they've become nothing but a "bag of skama" since he entered the rap scene. Geronimo compares himself to Manson in terms of his control over language, suggesting he can keep the entire world in "drama" with his skills. He expresses a desire to be left alone by other MCs who try to copy his style, suggesting he is uniquely talented and valuable to the game.
Geronimo also mentions his weapons, implying he has the power and strength to take on anyone who challenges him. He promises to leave his mark on the game, claiming that "things will never ever be the same" after he gets involved. The overall message of "Masta I.C." is one of self-assuredness and dominance, with Mic Geronimo presenting himself as a force to be reckoned with in the hip hop world.
Line by Line Meaning
Word up Mic Geronimo, nah mean
Introducing Mic Geronimo
Check it out
Listen up
I'm so high/you so high
I am successful and powerful, just like you
I be gettin' money till the day that I die
I will continue to be successful and wealthy until the end of my life
Behold the uncontrollable
Witness my unstoppable force
I keep the whole world in drama
I create chaos and excitement
Smoke my competition now they just a bag of skama
I have defeated my rivals and they are now worthless
I'm a reload the vocab that Manson used
I will bring back the vocabulary used by masters like Charles Manson
Amateurs they plead the O.J.
Inexperienced rappers try to imitate O.J. Simpson's success
And wonder why they lose
But they are confused when they fail
I subdue the microphone and left it in submission
I conquer the microphone and leave it under my power
Then cracked the Phillie open
Then I smoked a Phillie cigar
And found a talent that was hidden
And discovered a talent that was inside of me
I kid no man whose similar to mental migraine
I won't underestimate someone who is as challenging as a headache
The Masta I.C. enters now in ya game
I have arrived to the scene
It's been a long time maybe too long
It's been a while since real hip hop has been produced
Since your audio produced a real rap song
Since the last time a true rap song has been released
I robbed a man who doubt the jack up on the plan
I overcame an opponent who didn't believe in my strategy
He can stand but didn't analyze the whole pro-jam
He stood his ground but didn't fully understand the situation
I took my time, I found I couldn't wait to explain
I took my time to analyze things and then couldn't wait to explain myself
The new and improved
Here I am now, better than before
You can't make a move
You can't compete with me
Or elude the feud about to be cued
Or avoid the coming battle
A soloist journed through tha mist now found
I, a solo musician, navigated through the fog and emerged successful
Assassinate the sound wit choke by the pound
I assassinate the sound with heavy rhymes and words
Make my own type of home by the phone
I create my own unique style of music that people call to hear
MC's reachin for my style, I'll leave alone
Other rappers try to copy my style, but they will fail
My terminology and oddessy on the man
My unique way of expressing myself and my journey through life
I'll count your rap for sham and move cooler than a fan
I will expose your fake rhymes and move through the industry effortlessly
Split decision, I cut wit precision
I quickly make decisions and act with accuracy and skill
So many tried before but still couldn't get in
Many have tried but failed to compete with me
Now it's on..no need to explain
The battle has begun and there's no need for further explanation
The Masta I.C. enters now in ya game
I am now part of the hip hop game
I'm high till I die so there's no need to lie
I will always stay on top and never give up
Pass that metal over to the small guy
Share your success with the little guy
Kickin inside from desire
I have a strong passion within me
Mills will be the amps on the mic
The music will be the fuel for my words and message
Will explode to feel the fire
The music will ignite passion and excitement
I'm lifted/up off my wig like terrific
I am elevated and feel amazing
Target every market/move on each one specific
I target different markets and cater to each one specifically
Overload the frame but keep it all the same
I create a lot of content but maintain my unique style
Play me and try to get away that's a maybe
Challenge me if you dare, but your chances of winning are slim
Be before and I will hold a 9 to ya lady
Cross me and I will harm your loved ones
I styles like a weapon/I hit the untrue
My style of music is so powerful, it can harm those who are fake and disingenuous
Don't need for me to come stalkin and lookin for you
You don't want me to come looking for you
I rip through ya heart and bust through ya veins
I will destroy your confidence and your career
I guarantee that things will never ever be the same
I will change the game forever
I kicked it on the real/Now I keep it on the plane
I started from the bottom and now I am on top
The Masta I.C. enters now in ya brain
My message will stay with you long after you hear it
I'm so high/you so high
I am powerful and successful, just like you
I be gettin money till the day that I die
I will always be successful and make money
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: MICHAEL MCDERMON, ANTHONY BEST
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