Rising

I feel high
 I feel really high
 Feel like I'm in the sky with Roger Troutman
 Looked down and saw the hating, a lot of doubting
 But I've got a mouth that really do flow like a water fountain
 Raising hell, but they can tell through me is Allah shouting
 Dying to rip it, crying "I am the sickest"
 Rhyming explicit, high-end, but you're buying the ticket, see?
 This is me, dismissing this, hiss if he disagree
 Mr.T, spit the free so quick and give his chick a D
 Okay, I'm back, having everlasting life
 When you're rapping right, let me get it, I ain't asking nice
 Bashing mics, ripping it even if I'm half in height
 It'll be smashing wide to get her open like Aston pipes
 Alarmingly, God, I'm really horny and hot, on
 But I'm warning the Dada
 That he really don't want no corny insider
 Ya beef on bread, soft, you're floating, long dead
 Hell I'm giving 'em is burning as arm, leg, leg, arm, head
 Sheesh - It's a mothefucking relief
 My nigga Reef sent it from K.C., MO them Harry Fraud beats
 I can barely be calmed, yet
 Not you ever beyond Tech
 Hip Hop's a popularity contest
 Very odd, they evil, and really God
 But when I hit 'em up in a cherry Dodge
 Metamorphosis, scary broads
 Merry fairies carry bra's, I'm gonna bury y'all
 Necessary job by Nina and Harry Fraud