Released: October 27, 2008
Songwriter: Mac Miller Beedie
[Intro: Beedie]
Ya heard? Yo, uh, yo, yo
Rest in peace, J Dilla (Yo)
[?] rest in peace, J Dilla
Yeah, rest in peace, J Dilla (Uh-huh)
Yeah, rest in peace, J Dilla (R.I.P.)
How High: The Mixtape, Rated R, Diggz, Ill Spoken
[Verse 1: Beedie]
What up, Dilla? Hope you rest in peace
You still speakin' for ya beats when you bless the streets (Uh)
Real talk, put your tape on and press repeat
So let me kick back, relax and rest my feet
Yeah, we can chill, true MC's, they speak it real
A lot of fake cats make tracks and break a deal (Pssh)
[?] that's bullshit, fools gettin' [?]
So what the deal? [?]
My name is Beedie, let me give you all the introduction
The Ill Spoken comin' through for the ill discussion
It's somethin' runnin' through the veins, I can feel it rushin' (Uh-huh)
Thought it was over but it really wasn't, because we comin'
Ain't no one try to ruin our moves until we done it
You act bogus, I focus on gettin' cream
Grind harder than ya teeth on methamphetamines, what I mean?
You cats couldn't rumble with the team
'Cause you couldn't count your numbers, pull you under when you scream
Real things: you fiends that gon' touch my cash or puff my grass
Blunts mixed with butts and hash
Never did well in school, but I love my math
Count my stacks every night before I hit the mattress (Yeah)
Gettin' cash, shit is systematic
But don't get mad if ya shit get splatted, believe me
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
What's good, y'all? (Yo) My name is Mac
You can hear me 'cross the hall while I'm bangin' rap
And now ya face is slapped with a dedication track
Oh shit, that's kinda hard, I ain't erasin' that
So rest in peace to the beast on the beat: J Dilla
For you, we raise a Miller, hip-hop still feel ya
I bust rhymes over melodies [?]
And bust spines with each and every punchline (Pow)
So how you like me now?
This Ill Spoken ground's be around for a while
Juggle verses like a circus, turnin' frowns into smiles
You see us round town, underground with some [?]
Stop talkin' 'bout this and that
See me as I kick it back, spittin' rap and fitted caps
Smoke an L and hit the sack, askin', "Can you picture that?"
Picture-perfect verses
'Cause me and Beedie [?], Ill Spoken at your service
Smack you side the head, alert the doctors and the nurses
A wallet in your pocket, bitches better hide they purses
'Cause once you ain't watchin', I'ma come and grab it
Grab the cash, coppin' grass, gettin' massive chronic
[Outro: [?]]
[?]
This that real hip-hop shit right here
Ya heard? Yo, uh, yo, yo
Rest in peace, J Dilla (Yo)
[?] rest in peace, J Dilla
Yeah, rest in peace, J Dilla (Uh-huh)
Yeah, rest in peace, J Dilla (R.I.P.)
How High: The Mixtape, Rated R, Diggz, Ill Spoken
[Verse 1: Beedie]
What up, Dilla? Hope you rest in peace
You still speakin' for ya beats when you bless the streets (Uh)
Real talk, put your tape on and press repeat
So let me kick back, relax and rest my feet
Yeah, we can chill, true MC's, they speak it real
A lot of fake cats make tracks and break a deal (Pssh)
[?] that's bullshit, fools gettin' [?]
So what the deal? [?]
My name is Beedie, let me give you all the introduction
The Ill Spoken comin' through for the ill discussion
It's somethin' runnin' through the veins, I can feel it rushin' (Uh-huh)
Thought it was over but it really wasn't, because we comin'
Ain't no one try to ruin our moves until we done it
You act bogus, I focus on gettin' cream
Grind harder than ya teeth on methamphetamines, what I mean?
You cats couldn't rumble with the team
'Cause you couldn't count your numbers, pull you under when you scream
Real things: you fiends that gon' touch my cash or puff my grass
Blunts mixed with butts and hash
Never did well in school, but I love my math
Count my stacks every night before I hit the mattress (Yeah)
Gettin' cash, shit is systematic
But don't get mad if ya shit get splatted, believe me
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
What's good, y'all? (Yo) My name is Mac
You can hear me 'cross the hall while I'm bangin' rap
And now ya face is slapped with a dedication track
Oh shit, that's kinda hard, I ain't erasin' that
So rest in peace to the beast on the beat: J Dilla
For you, we raise a Miller, hip-hop still feel ya
I bust rhymes over melodies [?]
And bust spines with each and every punchline (Pow)
So how you like me now?
This Ill Spoken ground's be around for a while
Juggle verses like a circus, turnin' frowns into smiles
You see us round town, underground with some [?]
Stop talkin' 'bout this and that
See me as I kick it back, spittin' rap and fitted caps
Smoke an L and hit the sack, askin', "Can you picture that?"
Picture-perfect verses
'Cause me and Beedie [?], Ill Spoken at your service
Smack you side the head, alert the doctors and the nurses
A wallet in your pocket, bitches better hide they purses
'Cause once you ain't watchin', I'ma come and grab it
Grab the cash, coppin' grass, gettin' massive chronic
[Outro: [?]]
[?]
This that real hip-hop shit right here
more tracks from the album
From the album
- How High: The Mixtape (2008)
The Ill Spoken popular songs
- How High (Intro)
- Tryna Get Blazed
- I Am Legend
- Whatup Dilla
- Do It Again
- How Sick Am I
- Open Ya Eyes
- What It Is
- The Real
- Like Aaay!
- Know Bout That
- The Outro
- The Hold Up
- Gotcha Opin
- Bring It On
- Say Goodnight Freestyle
- Child’s Play Freestyle
- Same Old Shit
- The Ill Children
- Ain’t I Freestyle
- Can’t Go Wrong
- Hands Up