Lyrics:

(Young Girl)
He's Almighty, They can handle the heights
Show 'em what time it is

(Hook: Canibus, (Killah Priest sample)
(Everybody can't emcee)
Can you handle the heights, Can you manage the life
Start spittin' some lyrical shit that I could listen to
(Everybody can't emcee)
Yeah, Can you handle the heights, Watch how I handle this mic

(Canibus)
Produce your pass, remove your mask
I blow nerve gas through chicken wire at your ass
Prepare protocols, y'all, I declare war
Butt-stock to the skull, till the last man fall
I'm a H2O buffalo, a maelstrom produces my undertow
A slow process you must undergo
Javelin Fangz shit, bang you in the head with a bang stick
See if you can bang like this
I am Black Pegasus, I escort the Albatross
Sagittarius archers serve as my ground force
You shout, gallstone gout sprout from your mouth
I drop white phosphorous bomblets from snow clouds
Come around unannounced, zombies crawl out the ground
My team's authorized to gun 'em down
Look alive, look lively, La Di motherfucking Da Di
My posse on Broadway catching bodies


(Hook 2: Canibus, (Killah Priest sample), (M-80))
Can you handle the heights
(Everybody can't emcee) Can you manage the life
Start spitting some lyrical shit that I could listen to
Can you handle the heights
(Everybody can't emcee) (Watch how I handle this mic)
Start spitting some lyrical shit that I could listen to

(M-80)
I can handle it, The Los Angeles mic evangelist
Ignite flows like a candle stick when strictly out my manuscript
What I do for success is considered a threat
Your best bet against Allah is bullets brang by rap arras
Didn't have what it takes, I would've stolen it
Shift, Shaped and molded it and called it my own
So when I dictate my dialect the science is revival
This is highly obvious M-80's home on his thrown
Was in your shoes I would save up some funds
Do knowledge of self then reflect in a pair of new ones
So you would know how it feels to appeal the dome
You value your heart and sole more then your cushion insoles
Gave a what, I would want a receipt
So I could write you off on taxes every time that you speak
I was born to compete amongst a swarm of unique intelligent emcees
While your destiny is prone for defeat

(Hook 2: Canibus, (Killah Priest sample), (Bronze Nazareth))
Can you Handle the Heights
(Everybody can't emcee) Can you manage the life
Start spitting some lyrical shit that I could listen to
Can you Handle the Heights, (Yeah, Watch me handle this mic)
(Everybody can't emcee) (Gun Rule vandal in sight)
Start spitting some lyrical shit that I could listen to

(Bronze Nazareth)
Ayo, I spit heat searing, Beat clearing shots at your sternum
Burn them and send Hallmark post cards to the sermon
Dirty vermin with shiny crowns in the Dirty Glove
Show me thirty rounds worth of love, Bringing in slugs
I speak life sentences, trapped in the years
Words escape like inmates from trapped between ears
Practice cracking sutures, pollution from mutual war
My thoughts on that theatre shit like Lincoln on the Ford floor
Keep the Magnum P.I. on top of it prophet
Detroit West burglars with murderous logic
Pin point chest and vertebrae, get burnt through your topic
Serving multitudes of fraudulent emcees be the conquest
We send warning through gas, harass like mass gnats
We toast, We crack glass, Smoke hash through Alaskan pipe line
Recite grenades, Bronze sonic mind
Running in front of the grim reaper, I'm ahead of my time

(Hook 4: Canibus, (Killah Priest sample), (Keith Murray))
Can you handle the heights
(Everybody can't emcee) Can you manage the life
Start spitting some lyrical shit that I could listen to
Can you handle the heights
(Yo, Yo, Check how I handle this mic)
(Everybody can't emcee)
Start spitting some lyrical shit that I could listen to

(Keith Murray)
Aiyo, Everybody and they Momma wanna rhyme
So I hit 'em with more power then a molecule enzyme
Rappers persist to rock a mic like this
But ain't mentally spiritually lyrically physically fit
You are not accustomed to my blows to the chest
I wear you down like post traumatic stress
I got too much mental capacity
For an uneducated street punk to fuck with me
I drink like a fish, got a memory like an elephant
Submission specialist, murder emcees excellence
Peep the rhyme scheme and the way I annunciate
My colloquialism in the slang I pronounciate
Metaphors can be challenging, but not meant to complicate
I eat emcees, Rappers I regurgitate
You ain't even gotta be considered talented to be considered exceptionable
In this hip hop profession, mediocrity is the standard status quo yo
And every Joe lip professor
Before you open your mouth make sure you can run that route
Before you get knocked the fuck out

(Outro: Keith Murray)
Yeah, Can you handle the heights
Yeah, Check how I handle this mic
Uh, Yeah, Can you handle the life
Uh, Yeah, Nigga, Get your game up
If I catch you it's a problem...