letra de the most high - vulkan the krusader
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that weed ,will make u feel good
that woman, will make u feel good
that friend, will u make u feel good
that sunshine, will make u feel good
the god, will make u feel good
the song, will make u feel good
the words, will make u feel good
the music, will make u feel good
i wake up praising the most high
even tho at times i wake up feeling like the most high
it’s not that i got attention deficit
i understand my vanity & self centeredness
and lately i haven’t gotten any messages
i get by on my charm & my elegance
i make sure the rents paid when the lights on
don’t answer the phone, it might be mom
and she might, find out drugs that i be on
so, i’m vulkan not klingon
never been the type just to be a cling on
more like drinking fine wine in the vineyard
captain pickard stringing on a guitar
miniature minotaur colder than a bli-zzard
lemme spit my dizz-arts
add more items on my ca-zzart
been like this this since the stizzart
and we making this izz-art
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i wake up praising the most high
even tho at times i wake up feeling like the most high
excuse me, for pushing the envelope
it’s cold world like my flow 10 below
put on for vizzy put on for the city
i know this sh-t sound gritty
i’m all up your biddies like c-ssie was f-cking diddy and doing my lil diddy
on american graffiti while i felt like i was 50
huh like n0body was f-cking with me
but that’s because sk!ll wise, n0body was f-cking with me
huh? you n-ggas really dime a dozen
i’m saying you over hustling over nothing
so while you on twitter fronting
i’m better than you end of discussion
i made this song for those who tuck it in nantucket
f-cker! save some supper
aiming at you b-st-rds like blocka blocka blocka
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i wake up praising the most high
even tho at times i wake up feeling like the most high
i’m gza & jay-z’s lovechild
strong jawed like kobe eat punches from chris childs
couple of raps from me, make your b-tch smile
iron horse, b-tch n-ggas dismount
get casted out with words from this mouth
then get my d-ck l!cked up at your b-tch house
ain’t no love here, don’t come unclean
i got knives like crocodile dundee
smoke sumthing, like pimp c word to bun b
last name brewster first name punky
but they said that god don’t love ugly
take a swipe outta ya head & and now you look like gumby
hmph look at you, tell me how that hurt
loaded lux couldn’t tell you to get that work
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