Q-Tip - Higher Lyrics
Take you (higher)Hit you (higher)Make you (higher)Hit you (higher)Take you (higher) I don't know what to make of thisFunny brothers on my nerves type ridiculousI guess I really gotta do itPut my game down?????? *****ing blew itPut my name downAnd it seems you *****ed up like a drug deal gone wrongFigured out a lot, you won't be that way longPlus, you niggas is bush leaguersAnd I bet y'all ain't get no bush eitherMy hood dogs sing songs of rejection and painIf we get sunshine, it's followed up by rainLike to lay your jig down and get a blessing of brainsMy man ???? so he stressing your chainWe see the 'morrow through the shades of it might not comeGot to get it all now 'cause we might be doneMatrix, nigga (nigga...), you looking at the oneFortified with a bonafide blastin' of a gunWe in the space for positionin'Money and illicitingLiving out our lives while certain cats just lookin' inWe bewildered off the sacks and the greenWhether the bay, L.A., or Chicago or QueensYou better raise your gameThey comin' at you highYou better raise your gameDon't ask no questions why, niggaThen speak figuratively, I mean this shitAnd speak literally, you in some shit (Higher) take you(Higher) hit you(Higher) make you(Higher) hit you(Higher) I dominate flowsI dominate showsAnd, in the nightime our dominance growsAnd, you could see from the posture I'm holdingYo, I'm ???? up while the rest is foldingA hip hop cat who's flown world wide andExperience, adventures like poseidonBunk heads with r and b chicksGive 'em one hit joints and they lookin' for the
