Erick Sermon - Get Lifted lyrics

[Intro] *Heart rate under control* Uh huh Yeah 1 2 1 2 Fire up fire up this funk if ya have to *Inhale* *Exhale* Smoken' up blunts Mad Dog 20 20 Fire up fire up this funk if ya ... [Verse 1] I grab the forty rip off the skirt Guzzle it, grab the mic and come out the woodworks When sh**'s thick and no time to think Keeps Murray busy off of Basic Instinct I puff an L and drink some liquor Sit down and write a jam that receive the muhf**in' stick-UP(A blessing from Buddha for grinding hard, the right way. See: KARMA.) As God as my witness, with the sickness Of a cannibalist cannabis I floats like a cumulus My perpetual rebel intellectual Won't catch a bad experience with hallucinogenics either I float strictly with the cannabis sativa As my speech falls deeper than the scriptures I smite graphic opponents, just like Pica**o paintin' pictures(agreed? :)) If my eyes ain't red, it's all in my head Once said by a Ph.D med Legalize and I'll advertise, 'cos [Refrain] Yeah, I get lifted Roll a Phillie and get Roll a Ziggy and get Fire up this funk Yeah, like that y'all Yeah word up, I get lifted Roll/Puff the Phillie and get Roll/Puff the ziggy and get Fire up this funk, fire up this funk [Verse 2] This the real deal not a publicity stunt I gets high like if the man in the Moon be puffing blunts But verily barely merrily is it dope or the dream Step into my chamber of intravenous smokescreen I captivate it then motivate it, jealous of my desire Smoke it down to the fire, anything to get a little higher Hop in to college (accepting reality, facing), but to be truthfully frank (but still stays true and speaks true(TRU...)) Weed is knowledge, cause it makes me think I pick anatomy and hem reality like Jah Rastas read the bible, after puffin sensimillia And the Sensi it gets me as a Fly(zZz), I ain't bullsh**ting You can ask Bill Clinton, he can verify that [Refrain] [Verse 3] Step into this intersection and take this rap I got a vicious plot but first take me by the weed spot - http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fodCR0ilnGI/ThoWZubbvyI/AAAAAAAACTA/AnSFPsViq4E/s1600/evil_weed.jpg I do this for my n***as locked down runnin capers Smokin herb, in the bible papers But how does it feel when you got no fire And kyant pa** de dutchie pon de left hand side (You can't pa** the dutchie to the left 'cos the HEAT's outside?) What the f**, who the f** wanna f** (If U advertise your concern about Society's direction with heart, you'll wake up the sleeping(zZz) Gods (eg. Keith Murray) With the six shot shooter, I murder you over buddha (Intellect at such a lvl, even a Buddhist Scholar can NO comprehende) See: Q :) What I discuss'll bust a rhyme style nucleus And roast them ghostes, puffin hocus pocus So kid, pa** that bomb (word: TRIBE) trom word bond (pa** the VIBE WORLDWIDE) So I can toke it with more wins than a python Different Strokes for different folks He like the chocolate thai You like to float with the green skunky smoke Roll up a fat one and pa** it around Laid back hypnotized to the funky sound cause (Let yourself get captivated by the moment) [Refrain] Yo man, what's that guy's name, the Green Eyed Bandit He worked with Redman, Redman, whatever the f** his name is - I would love to f** a blue-skinned green-eyed girl (Avatarish)