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diabolic - higher lyrics

[verse 1: celph t-tled]
there’s hidden messages in my lyrics—i speak in bar codes
my cd barcode move weight by the carloads (f-cker)
you can’t find my land mines with metal detectors
but my satellite’ll see the shine on your bike pedal reflectors (get ‘em)
fire through your studio monitors and it’s obvious
i’m down with warhorse and part of diabolic’s war force (salute)
i’ll show you how to do this, dunny
i’m tryna get that bone thugs-n-harmony ruthless money
loaded guns out the armory to shoot these dummies
hear a “uh”, hear a “yeah”, you might -ssume he’s coming (yes)
burn your b-tch ’til she’s bald leather like taxiderms
she’ll need a double extension and, no, it won’t be for tax returns (uh)
you failed the first f-cking question of a lie detector
quiz and all they asked was what your gender is
the agenda is celph t-tled is sick with his
the most ignorant to spit and that’s what my intention is

[hook: diabolic]
so roll it up, light it up, this sh-t’ll take you higher
master kush, purple haze, this sh-t’ll take you higher
pure dope for the mind, this sh-t’ll take you higher
higher than you ever been y’all, we got that fire
turn it up, let ’em know this sh-t’ll take you higher
northern lights bubblegum, this sh-t’ll take you higher
pure, uncut, raw, this sh-t’ll take you higher
higher than you ever been, this that medicine

[verse 2: diabolic]
i got a villain’s logic, rocking shows
i’ll fill the spot with crowds captivated
every two bars i k!ll a hostage (blaow!)
i’m jobless, so i’m going into children’s pockets at the grammy’s
throwing brandy on andy milonakis (haha)
i won’t stop it until i got a million godless hoes there
chilling topless, screaming, “you’re the illest, ‘bolic!”
critics can swallow a bottle of pills and vomit
choke until your face is blue like war paint on william wallace (freedom!)
king of the jungle, hold gold in a silver goblet
dropping knowledge that could have gorillas building rockets
tryna fill my pockets ’til i feel accomplished
fresh candy paint on my deville, and the grill is polished (fresh)
nah, i’m broke as ever, i’m still as modest
still knocking motherf-ckers out, they’re still unconscious
in a different world like dwayne wayne in hillman college
while i’m chilling with l’s so fat, they’re spilling chronic

[verse 3: swave sevah]
yo, don’t you like when dudes rap about things they’re really known to be (i love it)
flow tight, sit in the pocket, know how to control a beat
(about that) any drama, they’ll welcome it openly
(word up) but wait ‘til you f-ckfaces get a load of me
(what?) i got the potency (word) bars melt your brain
make it leak out your ears and f-ck up your upholstery (ewww)
ain’t too many of you rap dudes could come close to me
(i mean that) but to ease the blow, i’ll say it jokingly
(haha, f-ck that) but that’s part of the main issue
y’all stupid -ss always think somebody playing with you (i ain’t playing)
i ain’t here to amuse, i ain’t your friend
catch a swift right to your chin if you don’t wipe off that grin (blaow!)
nothing worse than hearing a grown man b-tch
send him home with his face bearing my whole handprint
grown man sh-t, became a beast over time
laid down the law of the land, now i’ma go get high

[outro: diabolic]
this sh-t’ll take you higher
this sh-t’ll take you higher
this sh-t’ll take you higher
higher than you ever been, this that medicine

- diabolic lyrics

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