[Letra de "Masta"]

(Cookin Soul)

[Hook]
I'm so high, you so high
I'll be gettin' money 'til the day that I die
I'm so high, you so high
I'll be gettin' money 'til the day that I die

[Verse 1: Mic Geronimo]
Behold the uncontrollable, I keep the whole world in drama
Smoke my competition now they just a bag of skama
Imma reload the vocab that Manson used
Now amateurs will play to O.J and wonder why they lose
I subdued the microphone and left it in submission
Then cracked the philly open, found a talent that was hidden
I kid no man is similar to mental migraine
The Masta I.C. enters now in ya game
It's been a long time, maybе too long
Since your audio produced a real rap song
I mock a man whosе fountain on a jack up in the plan
He can scan 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
[Hook]
I'm so high, you so high
I'll be gettin' money 'til the day that I die
I'm so high, you so high
I'll be gettin' money 'til the day that I die
I'm so high, you so high
I'll be gettin' money 'til the day that I die
I'm so high, you so high
I'll be gettin' money 'til the day that I die

[Verse 2]
The new and improved, you can't make a move
Or elude the feud about to be cued
A soloist journey through the mist now found
Assassinate the sound with choke by the pound
Make my own type of home on the phone
MC's reachin' for my style I'll leave alone
My terminology and odyssey known to man
And counteract the sham I'm cooler than a fan
Split the fission I cut with precision
So many tried before but still couldn't get in
Now it's calm, no need to explain
The Masta I.C. enters now in ya game

[Hook]
I'm so high, you so high
I'll be gettin' money 'til the day that I die
I'm so high, you so high
I'll be gettin' money 'til the day that I die
I'm so high, you so high
I'll be gettin' money 'til the day that I die
I'm so high, you so high
I'll be gettin' money 'til the day that I die