THE HIGH

Well here is a start to a hit from my high
You will get low in the eyes
Ya nose will flare wide
And on your face a smile of satisfied
Your heart may race and even change pace
No need to wonder if what ya taken is laced
I am here to give it to you in the form of the highest grade
It is only natural that I get this dope
Bringing it legal like your deadliest pharmaceutical
Nothing you can do, just notify your peoples
That ProVS got everything but stress, hate and
There is no second side two my face
If you wanna I be on ya nearest neighborhood corner
Reciting what between my lines
I push this pen and make it grind
Round and round until the words become refined
Then your ears declare, that you need this here
Verse I spit don’t compare to these cats who don’t come near
They are short stopped
I’m floating past while the rest fallen fast
And your last rhyme maybe that….
Do not make me reach in my bag
Grab my pen, pad, and birth a baby
I will put her incubator so later
I can portray her as the next Mona Lisa
Master piece of what grow inside of me
I am your everyday necessity
You no longer need what is not me
You will get so high
Do you wanna try?
There is no limit
I see it in your eyes
I see it
In your eyes
Your eyes see in it
I bring you
THE HIGH


Oba Richards