Natural High Sunz of Man (Ft. Trebag)
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[Intro: Killah Priest]
In the Beginning, no different from the ending
It's the Killah Priest, Iron Sheik from the middle east
Lacing it Sunz Of Man, you know what I'm saying
Big Moe up in the house
Ty G and Dreddy Kruger representing
[Chorus: Trebag, (Hell Razah)]
We make that music, that moves your body
(Natural high, natural high)
We make that music, that moves your body
(Natural high, natural high)
We got the fire, that gets you higher
(Natural high, natural high)
We got the fire, that gets you higher
(Natural high, natural high)
[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
Roaming in the 4Runner all summer
Laid back, state maps and 8-tracks
It's great that, I laugh at competition
I'm champion nigga, I can't be sunned
Check the royal posture, by the way where's my Oscar?
Crack your legs like a lobster, break your arms
Beat you to death, snap your neck crack your chest
Lay you to rest then confess
I judge wisely all spies, trying to size me
If you phony, I leave you lonely with your Sony
Headphones, laying stiff in the dead zone
In the Beginning, no different from the ending
It's the Killah Priest, Iron Sheik from the middle east
Lacing it Sunz Of Man, you know what I'm saying
Big Moe up in the house
Ty G and Dreddy Kruger representing
[Chorus: Trebag, (Hell Razah)]
We make that music, that moves your body
(Natural high, natural high)
We make that music, that moves your body
(Natural high, natural high)
We got the fire, that gets you higher
(Natural high, natural high)
We got the fire, that gets you higher
(Natural high, natural high)
[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
Roaming in the 4Runner all summer
Laid back, state maps and 8-tracks
It's great that, I laugh at competition
I'm champion nigga, I can't be sunned
Check the royal posture, by the way where's my Oscar?
Crack your legs like a lobster, break your arms
Beat you to death, snap your neck crack your chest
Lay you to rest then confess
I judge wisely all spies, trying to size me
If you phony, I leave you lonely with your Sony
Headphones, laying stiff in the dead zone
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