Rising - Harry Fraud, Tech N9ne

I feel high

I feel really high

Feel like I’m in the sky with Roger Troutman

Looked down and saw the hating, a lot of doubting

But I’ve got a mouth that really do flow like a water fountain

Raising hell, but they can tell through me is Allah shouting

Dying to rip it, crying «I am the sickest»

Rhyming explicit, high-end, but you’re buying the ticket, see?

This is me, dismissing this, hiss if he disagree

Mr.T, spit the free so quick and give his chick a D

Okay, I’m back, having everlasting life

When you’re rapping right, let me get it, I ain’t asking nice

Bashing mics, ripping it even if I’m half in height

It’ll be smashing wide to get her open like Aston pipes

Alarmingly, God, I’m really horny and hot, on

But I’m warning the Dada

That he really don’t want no corny insider

Ya beef on bread, soft, you’re floating, long dead

Hell I’m giving 'em is burning as arm, leg, leg, arm, head

Sheesh — It’s a mothefucking relief

My nigga Reef sent it from K.C., MO them Harry Fraud beats

I can barely be calmed, yet

Not you ever beyond Tech

Hip Hop’s a popularity contest

Very odd, they evil, and really God

But when I hit 'em up in a cherry Dodge

Metamorphosis, scary broads

Merry fairies carry bra’s, I’m gonna bury y’all

Necessary job by Nina and Harry Fraud