[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)