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high society - tgc lyrics

[verse 1: swoope]

its the beginning of an era, high soc spitting that new age
a birthday for the wordplay
piece of cake, easy
while the industry craft singles, cheesy
we making that music thats old school 70s
mixed with the newness of pro tools pleasantries
i canvased and all i found was fake stuff
so, we making music with a paintbrush
in our mind is art
in addition to that y’alls is minus art
the flow is off the wall, you’re listening to ceiling
matter fact you’re looking at the sistine of sixteens.

[hook]

[verse 2: sho baraka]
speak sense like a prophet i’m beyond paid
bring change to the game like an arcade
i love hova similar to beyonce
run circles around squares, y’all in bad shape
i gave up the gold diggers for a sure dime
lord transformed me in my optimus prime
so now i walk by faith, it seems backwards
i drink of his blood homie with no fear factor
in my book of rhymes you might ﬁnd a chapter
of how to be an activist, artist, and actor
like lauryn hill-yeah i love those
miseducation songs so much i got a dumb ﬂow.

[hook]

[verse 3: swoope]

dumb flow, bringing it to your block, mutumbo
i suggest you stay in your lane or get dunked on
the tyson of writing, rappers getting munched on
dahmer of the genre, eating rappers for lunch holmes
i don’t even unwrap them, i’m eating wrappers for lunch holmes
now i need the heimlich on my esophagus
ate so many choke artist ended up vomiting
now everything that im’a spit got ya mama sick
my gosh its make you nauseous
four headed monster that’s what high soc is
hungry as a plastic hippopotamus
headed straight to the opposite of where the bottom is, i promise this

[hook]

[verse 4: sho baraka]
i see hands high, swoope must be in the building
suzy rock or jr must be k!lling
ya’ll want some more evidence we in the building
cuz ya’ll missing a ceiling
hang it up i want to call you bluff
so many weak the lines i want to call you month
y’all bite but still suck vampire stuff
your movement went flat-just retire cuz
check for smoke in your speakers
this is fire bra
that’s why the screaming sample sounds like a fire truck
as much as you lie you should be king sized
we make a sad clown smile in the mean time
metaphor crazy, i’m just an emcee
i try to k!ll every track
i write eulogies
let’s celebrate the birth of a new team
praise god, here’s a sweet 16

- high society lyrics

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