Keith Murray - Get Lifted lyrics

[erick sermon] Uh-huh Yeah One two, one two Smokin blunts Mad dog 20/20 We gonna get funky [keith murray] 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 Keith murray gets busy off a basic instinct I puff a l and drink some liquor Sit down and write a jam that receive the muhf**in sticker As god as my witness, with the sickness Of a cannibalist cannibus i floats like a cumulus My perpetual rebel intellectual Won't catch a bad experience, with hallucinogenic either I float simply with the canibus setiva As my speech fall deep as in the scriptures And graphic opponents like pica**o paint in pictures If my eyes ain't red, it's all in my head Once said by a ph.d med Legalize and i'll advertise, cuz *chorus* [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") This the real deal not a publicity stunt I gets high like if the man in the movie puffin blunts But verily barely merrily is it dope or the dream Step into my chain izm intervene the smokescreen I captivate it then cultivate it, jealous of my desire Smoke it down to the fire, anything to get a little higher I've been to college but to be truthfully frank 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 seeds it gets me high to fly, i ain't bullsh**tin You can ask bill clinton, he could verify that *chorus* Step into this intersection and take this rap I got a vicious plot but first take me by the weed spot I do this for my n***az locked down runnin capers Smokin herb, and the bible papers But how does it feel when you got no fire? And kyant pa** fi dutchie pon de leffhand side What the f**? who the f** wanna f** With the six shot shooter, i murder you over buddha What i discuss'll bust a rhyme style nucleus And roast them ghostes, puffin hocus pocus So kid, pa** that bomb trom word bond 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, word *chorus 2x* "yo man, what's that guy's name, the green eyed bandit? He worked with redman, redman, whatever the f** his name is..."