We Stay High Termanology (Ft. Ras Kass & Wais P)

[Intro:]
Sometimes keeping it real goes wrong
Termanology, Ras Kass, Wais The P and Statik

[Hook:]
My block stay high, guap stay high
You could tell I'm high, by the look in my eyes
Ever since a teen, I fiend to get high
I sell coke and sell weed to get by
Round stay fly, B steak fine
All over the scene, and scream and get live
You know me, got them blood shot eyes
No reason to keep a disguise I get high

[Verse 1:]
I'm a skyrider, no airplanes
I'm a fly rider, skype sex rotten neck roll
Futuristic sci fi
Big boy cabs, like moms and alcoholic type rider
Turn bitches on, no cuts, I'm a wildfire
West side of Californication, I'm a best sider
Pissed on your bitch, Adam's apple, now it's just cider
In wider, static wise thrown, it's classic
We create hip hop word to Mister Magic
I'm from Doctor Jekyl to Mister Hyde
So mister hide he thinks to ride
My papi feel like hip hop got too flossy
I put a rapper in a wheel chair like De Grassi
Animal, cannibal, Hannibal Lecter
Mechanic inorganic, coronical congestion
Listen, when God speak, you mental midgets
Fuck studio thugs, I'm a skinny jeans biggen nigga