King Los - Superhigh lyrics

Although my pen's pressed to my composition I'm hardly ever impressed by my competition God given vocal cords that can open doors Alot of pressure being this deep like a ocean floor Ocean blue coupe seats feelin' soft and cool She feelin' soft and sweet, me? Philosophical Heh... take a second, I know that f**s you up But to think on my level they gotta buzz you up f** is up s**as better get your vision clear You shadow me, I'm a son you to make you disappear Listen here, I raise the bar with this bar sh** Somebody free Wayne, I got nobody to spar with You n***as sh** is weak, why should I salute? You say sh** like "f** you, pay me" – prostitute Zero – now that sh** cla**ic I have every facet of this rap sh** mastered ba*tard, backslash – all caps W-W-W dot fall back, slash y'all slack Dot smash y'all track, dot Never calm down til they off my ball sack So, if you still feeling like a female Jot that sh** down and send a n***a a e-mail Hottest rapper ever, when they gon' learn it man? Diddy had to drop me, I would've burnt his hand Boy you should stop, what usually shocks Reduce ya plots, just use your pops Your past is dark, you future's not Your music hot but abuse has got your fuse to pop Abuse is not the answer – f** 'em I whip they a** until my haters screamin' how we love him I love k**ing these non-believers, they need they proof I leave a f**in' blood bath in the DJ booth No pun intended, just punishment I'm one-hundred with every n***a that I'm runnin' with Cause I don't run my mouth, I just run this sh** Why would I run from you when I'm the one you run and get? And I stay in awe from the way these A&R's Haven't found a way to call or even look my way at all But as they play it off, I just say it louder Boy I'm on it like a short-stop play a grounder The way I found a life that I got from a dark time Put a little bit of shine in my hard time Put a little bit of grind in my wall climb And I'm so full time, n***as part time I don't partake they don't really wanna start mine Shout out to the haters and debaters cause the way they Makin' statements gonna make me the greatest of all time And I'm all kinds of crazy – deranged And I may be insane, well maybe this pain Made it's way in my veins, so maybe just lately When they sayin' my name, they can't guard the emcee And Jay-Z would claim, it's like they gave Tracy McGrady the lane And Baltimore the rocket Uh – but minus all the bad tension Best thing smokin' like a Bentley with a bad engine It's point two – and I ain't stopped yet Big shout outs to the DJ Booth dot net