Hit ’Em High

By Mike Bars

On 16 Bars

Released on November 16, 2013

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[Hook]

If I hit 'em high hit 'em high hit 'em high

Then you hit 'em low hit 'em low hit 'em low


[Verse 1: Karess]

I got that ill shit locked, I'm gonna grill this pot, like "Yo chill bitch, watch!"

My dro dealers weed buds fill ziplocs, and that's real shit, I'm higher than a building top

Never yield or stop, not too many niggas match with Karess

Nasty as heck, rocking Air Maxes and sweats

Tacky and don't give a fuck if I match when I dress

Nigga, the bitch said my raps get her wet, i dont have to impress

The way I'm spittin' slay my victims and I'm staying lifted

Playing bitches like a mother fucking gaming system

I got bars like im tryna fucking make a prison

Player pimpin', I'm the reason why your dame is missin'

Paper gettin', on my hustling shit

Grimey nigga, walk up to your bitch, straight puffing a stick

Better be raw if you got something to spit

If not, you're getting punched in the lip

Man, thats just how it is, the spot loud when the reefer is talkin'

The leaf that I'm knockin', got these hoes wheezing and coughin'

I stay with a forty bottle and some weed in my pocket

See, I'm a problem, beating me ain't even an option, bitch


[Hook]


[Verse 2: Keegan B.]

Sipping on a forty while I’m writing my raps

Enlightening cats, to the fact I’m nice with the tracks

Crack a cipher that’s packed, and then I’m quick to ether kids

Plus I got ya bitch yelling baby like Bieber did

Half you kids spit the simplest raps

That’s why I shrug em off instead of giving em daps

I’m just chillin at the finish where the winners relax

You at the back of the pack, what kind of limits he have?

Pay no mind to fashion, rocking hoodies and jeans

Never aiming for the fame, it ain't as good as it seems

While ya chasing chips, we’re erasing ya clique

Dropping videos that keep your eyes glued to the screen

Every time I leave the booth, it’s looking like a murder scene

Cooking dope up in the lab, my crew is steady serving fiends

Addicted to medical edibles, I’m always burning green

A master rapper every syllable you heard is clean


[Verse 3: Thr33]

Reporting live from the sky, it's that nigga they love to hate

And i can't remember a face, only dough to accumulate

I'm a manifestation of light, here to set you fucks straight

Fuck hate, I eliminate everything they generate

Most of these cowards is sweet and sour like lemonade

Looking at the Looney lame game like, "Should I penetrate?"

Innovate, penetrate your bitch, she hyperventilates

So many trees around me, it's a hid away, get away

Cause ho, I stay lit like Independence Day

And my niggas keep the cookie like a fucking Christmas tray

Coinciding my coalition, exceeding the pace

Like, "Nigga fuck a million, I want to be Bill Gates"

Wah-lah in your face, now you met a magician

Wiped out, pearing at the tide just like the crimson

I confide in my visions, that's why I'm never trippin'

Plus a nigga keep getting dome like beauticians


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[Verse 4: Mike Bars]

My shit's obscene, foul mouthed, you're Listerine

I'm a diss machine, nasty, you're like Mr. Clean

I spit supreme, with a thousand an hour salary

That's why they kiss the crown, not the ground when they bow down to me

A lunatic, doing gruesome shit, a fugitive

And the flame I spit's the only thing keeping my Cuban lit

I'm too legit, you ride around with a beauty kit

Dude or chick? Wait, you're a man? Damn, that's a puny dick

Fuck with me, you're gonna need a doctor

With more cuts and scratches than DJ Hoppa

I'm a psycho, you don't want to pick a fight with Michael

If you'd like to, I'll go get my AS50 Sniper Rifle

Yeah, and I might just do it again

And bruise up your skin, depending on the mood that I'm in

So quick, take a flick, let me get this booze off my chin

And you'll see a star before it's dark, like a hallucinogen (Say Cheese!)

See I'll be whippin', while you kick it in your dad's old Jeep

That's why you're trippin' and your bitch been on my nads all week

Listen, I'mma stick my dick into her vag so deep

That when I finish, it'll drip, and make her asshole leak

Y'all don't know who I am

Cause Tony Stark said if I dress as Clark Kent

They won't know that I'm Superman

Blam, so holler at me if you need somthing

I'll be on the toilet in my cape, straight mean mugging


[Hook]