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City High Other

, has Ginger Baker died? Living through high times, my planet's all out of line Living through high times, man, just like '69 Living through High times, high times, high times, high times, high

got fly without Peter Pan And my delivery just got me buzzin' like the pizza man In person, I am everything and more I'm everywhere these other niggas

and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out other MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon

and there's still no cure hold up, low packs like I got cancer choking on them white boys make a black panther love my women with high heels and high

] Black stallion, knockin on concrete walls Standin tall, rappers in my face, they stall Stutter, softer than melted butter There's no other word, go ask your mother Hard solid as your city

this elevator zone alone I'm up so high I'm never coming down and you say you got them hoes but they never coming round I got pent house walls I stay high

all in colors And the size of others shall send you forward Arranged to sail you toward A peace of mind, will we reach Winds allow other skylines Other

in my eyes And though you might have fooled them others I see through your disguise I rise, I'm gettin' by, no lies, I'm gettin' high I ain't worried '

dey catchin' every drop I'm dodgin' the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers Martin had a dream, Bob got high