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Re: poem [Re: Stoneth]
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So you want to cap some Meth! Light up the fire to see inside yourself be Ganja I used to farm it With the charm lit Rose and Frozen I cap ice like chosen to blows in the Wind Then it’s time for Crack Cocaine Further explain the name and why Ganja flame I light up with the right stuff to my name All souls aim Shoulder the pain Burden Of hard working Searching the Land for Brands Like Sativas is planned Beam yah up You need to get struck twice To understand the dice rolling On ice folding up Fold been tucked in so where to begin I began with Ganja My herb I hit it to get turned Like Christmas Santa brought the manner Of Star Spangled Banner All the forefathers smoked Ganja Life Liberty and Happiness And they back on the fence Speaking tense Get your Ganja herb and rinse off Shower Power in the Water and soften
With the 8 moon steps I reflect back upon The song I sang Birdie on Black! Learned all the keys in fact I sing on trees Like a songbird A reggae song word to the Herb Fire Get higher Off the tunes The room swept clean by Ganja Lean Beaming with Love and Peace They don’t like the Fire the Charras With cursive writing I’m on a Fire Reggae display Every day we Fire No more wire ever again I got a medical healing blend Just for intent I invent new rhythm My best friend made the clay Rasta Pipe! I ignite Fire inside when my glass broke I smoke signal the criminal I got on the line Who never smoked Kind They are blind From behind they come To rhyme they all designed for crime Such a bad vibe I wipe off the type soft On Ganja Recline! Peace and Love from Rastafari Irie!
I’ve got the Bikini Music And chanting voices All enchanting trance the trip gets me in Psilocybin My mind bent permanent On 4 figure black ink I blink and smell the stink of Fire burning I hit loot to get the shoe fits I look for it track down some Ganja now and again I like to light up a Spliff and Reclaim the famous I got this tune I sing that the moon bring so soon I sting I got the bomb to stay calm We all need the Fire Ganja from the Earth Mother Every man love his brotha and sista Every woman love her sista and brotha Gaia remind me of a trip I seen The Mother bleed from mistreatment Love your mother be at ease with yourself Off the shelf you can buy grow products Grow your own Fire if you desire Get Higher Blessed Jah Brought the Herb caught focus Rastafari All charmed by Rasta Mon got his smoke on I could smell it!
Teacher Plants My favorite is everyone’s It contains THC and the Cannabinoids I was listening to Bob Marley Who could hardly question Bob and what he stood for? I was never good for nothing I grew up puffing I had my rough times I wrote rhymes about it I crowded the room by myself My mental health is unstable Because of Cables I Busted Gold and Platinum I scatter some atoms to the Jazz Cats and Them My best friends sings the funky song We funky creatures We feature the funk You can get drunk on the Funk I need Psychedelic A witch’s brew of the stew that grew funky heads I’ve bled a lot Seen a lot of Pot and Gunshots Pot is Ganja if you belong here you need not fear So mellow My favorite teacher So Speakeasy And Legalize the Freak Potion! Get your body in motion Dance like the Ocean Tides Realize what’s inside of you! Your whole crew needs the stew
The liver shot What liver rot on alcohol The stank The bank you spent on magic tricks There is no magic in this World tighter than Light from the Sun I’m exploring Plant Medicine To get a letter grade I flunk out of school constantly As a responsible tripper I flipped one off They say I went soft and coughed So I used the Adrenaline Cousin Buzzin’ with vibes inside I went for a ride too many times in The Car What Car doesn’t exhaust on the Planet? A carbon footprint Look mom! I did it! I got written I’m on a mission to turn you onto the vision We all have within a vision The mission is impossible The freaks who pulled off the stunt Don’t carry guns You need a tool to make it in school Every Gang uses the firearm to Hang Every politician and business person Is in a worst case scenario For the bottom line It’s the Economy Stupid! They say as they crazy Inside insanity We all took the ride
The Bikini wasps that sting I sliced an ice sculpture up and ate it They said I was treasure All marks on the darkness grows strong We need the seed of the Earth A kernel of energy Chi I practice Tai Chi I enjoy a freedom everyone seeks Free from violence From authority No one can just say no to drugs Gangsters are wigged out I seen murder Who hurt crews that die On Mr. Nice Guy I don’t carry heat I folded up then All tones in the tree growing Sewing seeds Breeding the disease inside of us feeds the blindness We must go blind after seeing the sunshine The Sun is powerful But the Earth is closer I defeat Sun Stylists with a simple grounding trick This guitar is going hard I have too many scars I’m hard to kill Many tried to get inside To see what I got I got nothing to prove A groove I’ve been in All those in power sour So I don’t need strength I mastered Tai Chi
I’m a shroomer Nighttime bloomer Insight sooner than come the gun For fun I handle my lungs breathe Breathe out the disease Crept up What’s kept up my sleeves? People can’t see I pop people on contact My raw strength You can’t Gank this Roll with tank force My tank is crisp To bank on hits Is frightening to tightening lips Hide you from Sun Burn to a crisp Ganja smoke in the lungs Exist floating twist Motive is this I Mike I hype on a flight I got tight in this I exist in lightening bolt fist Rolled the jolt Like Colt 45 I drink till I’m live I recline and blind People suffer from culture War For explorers on Cold Worlds I unfurl and gangs curl Up snuck in the duck release the upchuck vomit Peyote for me So I can be free again Try Ayahuasca then Keep a Ganja lens Take flights in Nike sneakers Inhale test tubes and beakers
Meth is a useful Herb It reverbs in the head And measures dead folks by the keg I shake a leg and break a peg In the puzzle I muzzle does ya’ll? Because Fall is a season away today I might may right rhyme decay Spray the place up with the Ace shut You get in the cut and shut up Bitch You get stitched up By a bitch doctor which cut You sought for for the relax enjoy the facts tour On stage in a rage I take a page and bust it stayed Trusted by the blade I raise to delay Stabbing Slicing all so nice of you to do To someone but I rung one So I brung Sun back and hum attack You wick wack I jack for a sack? Never. I paid for that forever sacked up Measure I relate the straight for featherweight Ain’t America great? I spin on a plate and hate The fate of man you understand Like this is a brand label cable break And stable fake relatable relate to skater dude I’m straight with fate I brought my rage Sage turn into a page in the book Of life my knife strikes hypes up I twice shut out and gun down You can tell I need Meth all around My the pound and Kilo I peel slow on the Ganja Grow The more drugs you got The more you strike with Old Soul
I toss a hit up for a lit up sit struck Plucked duck rubbed backwards By glass towards inhaling ice And max Wars I core is to the floor with gore I got more than galore I soar I roar and tore get it to the store Been more inclined to signed it sold I Gold hold cold up struck by gun butt Service you’re shut swerve this to learn this You heard of crisp Cap? Black acts lightning in raps striking shutting backs With wax spun I relax numb on Coca I smoke a puff and gone have fun I run a Sun Brung the thought of caught word up Gun up with the buns bake for money fake Gun heat takes you It takes you places new For sake of flake grew the Peruvian stuff I soldier buff for handcuff I mold your shit must dust it to trust it thrust Cuts struts shut out to run the mouth Gun down South got the house sold I’m cold in drugs Soldier four plugs folder Shrugs shoulder was your mold born Of torn Death destruction function assumption Wants one of those flows that stun and froze Suppose I rolls I cold Gold in the Platinum I max with spun
Creating the sausage My mock run got a mockingbird on the Sun For fun some gun up the strung out Shout about how it could be if would she? Could she? Stood heat complete with seat take a rest to the chest with fresh Ganja sets I Mexican heat up the reflex again Backwards tend to end the entrance with a real man’s Spliff I lightning lift the exciting for height run the white thing I might bring I tight as King Mike you lean like a Demon I’m screamin’ to end War I core before floor with the sore anus I’m famous I’m blameless I chosen for justice to bust this Don’t lust it’s rusted back metal pig sticker quicker stick it in bicker with men Over ownership of wicker furniture you burn to learn churn the seven seas Fools get numb disease to come after cheese for sum I run guns I from Suns I stun the shake bake make it naked to break it don’t fake it I hate kids I break lids of grass over my ass and seek cash Invest to the rest feel stress I bless the mic manifest how I rap digest With the Tech I create hate between the date and the dated Rhymes faded cause I masturbated with flavor in it
Tai Chi on Ganja with the Gold Coat I like to mix it up Broken stride My mind goes inside not to hide But to examine the damage done by savage come the havoc I bag it in the sad glow you win When you don’t begin to pull explode The sin isn’t difference It’s a simple trick to fix and thicken the shit in The dick then I bitch recommend a tight fit for the defense I got the beads to rinse of water
I shot quarter Os I knows heat But my cap is not complete Until I roll stash Golden heat I cold tasked with the lapse in cracks rocks I stocks up on Acid to Fast hit But I mastered it I hasta hit The damage flip the cabbage fix The branding for landing on the grip of Ganja thick with Resin I Brethren the severed head was red bloody I got shot on the money from Gun Heat Murder so sweet I compete with the feature I reach for the best Ganja I got a Meth connect I need to cold check The rest is History!
Getting stuck is a buck fifty job Rolling rob off corn on the cob I fog Up brains in tight in lanes I just might Flame up to famous shame on you the insane you drew I clock flew shock the rule stop who will forget Sweat in the Cold Tech I wreck Destroy avoid all the sense I make? You fake and got it hate on players I made yours in the daily chores For floor wax More to relax scratch a record backward Score sack toward the max imported sorted cordless My swordfish I hoard the mix Of herbalists I serve foul fools my burn ground Offa lounge I scrounge up the crown I top it Don’t stop it if you shock lit I rock thick With the red town all the pound click Lightning quick My mic rule sick like the tool I flip Who will dip? Cool as trip like tight grip Tight to sit in the chair air your wares out Shoulder mean the colder round the fold up Down to the pounds I clock herb nonstop as a kid Slid in
Edited by Solid Log (07/17/23 01:10 PM)
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Getting lit on the Ganj! Represent! It’s how every day should be spent Spend my days in Sun Rays capping off made of shine Inside blind the diamond mine in full operation Back at the station we vacation take a break and Go deep inside old PTSD hide I mostly cured mine with Psilocybin But we tryin’ to stay mentally healthy Know the way Through old fade true as cold and gray skies I rise in disguise with my eyes open I soak in the Ganja tokes take in smoke and exhale Without fail homie bail me out of jail Life gets stale without spice Roll the dice and shot the Pot off a start storm in the morning Without warning the storm gets thick touring the Trip Light this lit Might take a sip of Water Caught your off your rocker with a soft glaring glance I took a chance and dance on Crack Cocaine Light this in flame To insight decay in the way anyone spray no delay Like Cold Ray I sold Hay for fold in this told it hits Steady and ready to get clones got the Heady I’m ready to quit drugs and just smoke buds First I’m getting rid of the thugs
Lightning function Tracks reduction on rap sucks then I buck bend all that tend to end slayed played Dazed amazed crazed phased glazed eyes hazy Get red days seen type I mean I might light a J Anyway I seen drugs all day and thugs don’t play I lug the display towards the core and blaze foreplay An OZ of shrooms In rooms I shrink I might sink the ship sunk it dunk trunk Punks sold me some bunk I’m gonna thump they asses First I light the meth and tracks lit type fit Hype hit I bite back I can tell I sell in hell Raps rebel against the Rebel Yell I Gel Bells and fellas and ladies get As been staying up all night And light the spice I caught rice off the dice a Rice Spice I shot the dice again My mic’s cold ten Sold demon steamin’ inside beamin’ Worlds collide Committed roll it quitted then I sold that Fitted in bold rap to cold cap I max with Mac spit Rifle hit the type fully lit I split some shit and sped off My head get soft I gloss the toss for offers Of shot words up talk birds Man, I’m lucky mom got me Ganja I want to cultivate under the Sun for fun And I don’t pack guns
We get high You can try with an eyeball But you can’t make the sky fall I scrawl on wall Called ball a law I saw I crack a sack raw Hit it up It’s heat real to feel peeled back struck like that Murder rap is all that happens Captivate with violence straight Right this gated the gold plated Ropes dated I hated fake ropes and smoke shit We hope for hits of the Mendo Mendocino Northern Cal where the best Green Grow I grew up in Hollywood I imagining the mics slaying in the rain and pain staining Braining entertaining make it the same thing I right pain sting The mic wing nut King in the cut I leas the shut to open Soft spoken But I broken MCs You can’t light these degrees I got I shot at rob stats from maximum security Get a cure to feel pure and keep it real yo
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Edited by Solid Log (07/17/23 09:55 PM)
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I’m a Bird! I caught it off talk off a Gold Watch I Soldier caught in a trap Folded back and you can’t fold forward My Gold toward I Bird! I caught a nerve off a lifetime swerve I shot you heard the ring A fool stings like a sucka bring I night time wing I got the King of thing On a swing With a top sting I like this in the game Servin’ flame with the spot Blame the microdot on the stop watch I service thoughts of Birds Fools got some nerve to mess with Bird I 33rd I shot off a Gun and stun For the run I gun it up I service a fool pluck Heard it’s the tool That luck you got has run out Gun in the mouth From further down South I caught a mouse like a cat Word it’s round bat swing that
I caught a Water up Hit your Water truck You stuck in the head and it ring Platinum I rap and stun on max that lung filled with Ganja Sung that song I know where I left the bong It’s been a long time and still I shine I like a Pothead blind to dot dead Turning red bloody bodies on the walkway In Central Park that sway from the shark I park it Stark hit the dark lit I light it up trip Get a rip off the bong I sang that song I flip it wrong You got it going on I shouldn’t weight roll on hate Playah Haterz Off it late blurs the topic I shock it top it with that roll fat Murder is the Maximum I tax and Sun tan Folder for the plan in the Iran Nuclear Program
From a cloud A Shaolin Cloud Runnin’ crowns Offa wrong town to be in To G in I light this for free then I sight to see when I tight it flight hit the sky with eye I fight to get high I right to deny the claims That flames to Herb is bad for you word I clap in the curve Murder server Verse is awful like a burner I shot it raw caught the blur and you’re in further deep Creep Past it sleep On Acid I lasted counting sheep That blasted track meet expectations Relations with the station rock the nation I top creation Hit the dollar sign for inflation I shot the rate in it to spin Different than a Soldier Still I a Soldier Someone should have told yah
You get shot up The more drugs I got the more I can’t stand your cut The violence Number one style with the profile I can’t smile about it I rounded down my pounds clown Your service to hurt tricks and bitches You gonna have to get stitched up You bleed from cuts and wounds In the tombs you sleep rest a peep and don’t move I broke bones You was rude I spooned some Cocaine Ain’t no jokin’ no provoke to explain I got it raining I’m draining the pool Service school for a fool You lost your cool too easy You freeze Gs be struttin’ somethin’ It gets rough in the deep end Waters when I slaughter I thought your ass was absurd You rock shit burned Up the stock trip I got to have shot up I product called model citizen Roll in the drugs and hold the cold position in fold You wishin’ you some cold shit then
We creep on Water I woke up on Water shit First on the Liver Trip Psilocybin peeps threw in slide then inside the blindness I rewind this I’m on Water I thought I caught you off guard You too hard you need to soften A lot of Water often Keep shit poppin’ I rock the ten speed Microphone with Weed I get the cyclone with Speed Hype for the tone I bleed On sight you get blown away You stowed away In the vessel Floating on Water Take a rest yo Come back with the fresh flow I love a enter the center inventor With the Water the sector I called your vector Got the sawed off shotgun I got a lot of Water son
Everyone packs a gun Who can’t scrap done With strung Hit the rung the bell I dwell inside the ride so well I died I paraglide past the bonafide Hold your side down Gotta clown a lounge with the brown eye Round it to die In the town I get high with the sound you ask why I found it’s tied up Roundup stride past the pound up Click the thick in the vehicle I steel pull it Wield it wool fit the shield With the feeling Revealing what sealing up Wheeling and dealing I got a healing method I set with it to check it First we wreck it Entrance the exhibit The limit was ten digits I’m frigid cold Out the mold I sold Gold and Platinum Chains I light brains
An esoteric knowledge Of rippin’ off the product from the top down The product Is Rocked up Cocaine I like the lane it makes Make no mistakes Your soul aches when you miss it slice the kitchen knife in missin’ persons People disappear clear from the went in to sent in the adventure I bent more and tore facts that explored maps on Soldier with the caps I got it rolled your facts to scold for the dap To unfold I hold it The weapon I step in Clever lever with the left end I bet then You don’t have a chance in the dance hall From wall to wall I brawl I shot it all I taught the tall sack of follow me and see I tight this here Tree Ganja Weed Herb I like it breed the type stitch up with the cinch the reduction you heard? We bust in Get all the ends and then tend to split right quick I can’t handle your shit you like a little kid in the spread Fold your dead up I knew you got the lead tucked You get bucked back at You got static I got magic
We seen the noodles Get the culture like a Vulture I Hawk on the bong rips with tight grips on the burritos the best Ones they make I like a restaurant that take you into the space Of tastebud sensation I feel on the Ganja leaf revelation I went on vacation for years Working fears out the steering column I solemn I ball men crawl All I shot stop to the top I scrawl graffiti I top Tahiti I box Bikinis I rock a little seen me? I in a dream be Lookin’ for cream For the team I ice gleam Clock the unseen Hype for the mind eye with the Trees people are gun shy I rock rye back on the fly I inside ride the noodles Who do this? Light the fist Mic up the twist Right wrongs and with the tight strong I list the flight gone I just missed getting dissed By plant blood In the sand with soap suds Blood shed was real Yo! And that’s the steel you need real blood
The Supreme Court Hit you with bomb threats They fucked with Sex Inspected the left end made it dead Headed it to red in the fit to slip up People are out of luck to get a stuck one And buck from the numb Donald Trump wants you to succumb to White Power It’s the White Power hour of towering! All flowering Ganja Leads me to calm breeze In this tight diseased country I find lunchmeat comforts me I soul food feed Feel the Real American Cheese I be the type to mic up and speed the dice gone so long I hit a type strong I’m psychic in the zone I call you up on the phone and blown All over I sold Soldier to go colder further On the turn you learn Will you burn forever? No one can measure
I’m crazy I hit the DMT pipe till I phase be out of rays To graze I fed hay grass cold class cutiin’ shuttin’ up punks never frontin’ on junk I slam dunk the class Soldier fast to cold store in the rash I ass a task out For gun route you heard about word of mouth come from down South I lean on the couch and skip a mouth servin’ scream and shout murder gleam In the cream it seem all human being be G in the scene I triple team on light beam Sun brighten me and I sing I take wing to flight I light up the cement pipe I run a mic from the psych ward toward the sword you cored and quartered I sorted through the brew to stew who knew? Blew that slew that drew back all rude of you the gun clap to serve further map That bled heard of stat that red I got dead head I medical and credit full of money Nothing funny with gun heat it run sweet out the barrel lifting all apparel Jacking the whole sack thing for racking at the store stealing revealing galore This feeling I’m sealing in begin to spin the real thing I King with the easy ring The cheese I drink stink and make you sick suck my dick bitch my mic about to twitch
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Edited by Solid Log (07/19/23 10:47 PM)
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Out the G wrecks A G flex The G techniques A dead man crept in complete G check them I set when I protection come from the dissection The connection with ass wrecks then I bet them a mil I still kill at will until I type to ill bust with pipe My rhymes chill like ice I willin’ to dice up The twice cut Seen enough beam what’s rough up The stuff struck me a G That’s when I cuff up Get your next shut out Best of luck to run down Through the lounge lizard Explicit risk injury to dis what is this been to be? I kin to freeze frozen shows clones with the toes wet My shit infect I wreck destroy toy I been a boy to man plan to decoy in hand command That’s when I land And damn they all say Sway in the Universe The Universal curse of what works My spot jerks you To hurt crew
Top shelf health You bet it you wet it 10,000 herbs get it working No thing under thing hidden The sit intend the meditate I straight date it With the plate I never faded I stated The innovation I Set creation I change station To chill People play bad music My dues paid I ray the blade with staying power All hours of day and night I light Eye bright insight I take flight and write I mix the fight with Meditation I stay vacationing My makeshift spring With haste flips Wing I Sing I might bring a Exit Check this with wreck hits The Tech bit Right in to tighten Always someone gets frightened when I might intend to end The recommended blends I choose To fuse with Sun I begun to Rung the bell backwards I bought a sack of Birds
I light up to bright up Sky hook Shook the look of faces Mikey Neides hooked I shook up the place It takes place Squad my Ace On murder case Flipped it freebase Tipped it The Wing in the thing Mike Sting Type I bring I’m Mike on the Mic singing hype bring The type to take flight At the drop off the heights I write to lose sight of the hinge On fringe I singe carefully make incision In prison I have vision I split decision To get the live in the space Flipped it like race Tipped it into space I rip shit up Fit the truck waste the bitch gone tucked one From the city Nitty gritty to take pity Flow a buck fifty In a jiffy I lift heat Extreme within reach I seek the seating Drop reheating a sweet potion I shift like the ocean
We Crisp Up The home Produce Section I chewed Vegetation I set the brains been late I switched fate from dish to plate Since it’s weight we skate My sacks always weigh From night until day I fade into Sunset The Sun bet I rung jet Hung Techs on walls follows all Gods hollow Swallow the hock up the glob I stop up the job Rock shit to the toggle the switch Rich in the mix I crisp veggies I said fruity please I ease into cut with strut I must run amok I struck Such and such in the cut they front No one wants to cook So I took a cooking class Then another then another I brother of man with fan I understand Underhand tactic Rap twitch and back flip Slight the stitch I right to crisp up My lip tucked in my teeth challenge beef WIth valiant is relief The produce I show deuce on the street And eat up all the competition on a mission complete
Cancer can’t create a creature that reach for it Seat torn in to begin with Slight this dish Height did slip past the clip Shot off the rock solid Rock cost a lot of dollars We the Herb scholars We hit up hollers Wall to wallers I got a lot of followers I swallow up more drugs With thugs rolled in rugs Split the plugs Get the lug the breath dug The trench with stench Hit the wrench Of defense intense Herbal blends I hit the Ganja sends the vibe I’m on one I tend to split phone cold chrome Slit in the dome Bit known ones Guns from it to plug hit Rip the rope shit with dope trip The coat mix with the fix I light it lit Insight within been tight I seal it right with the flex Release checks Service for the specs All they make it next
The Good Earth For what it’s worth Got a lot of thirst I hit up a starburst I first in line with prime I avoid drugs and hide behind Ganja blind Herbs are what I churned I burned it to tourniquet Soldier fold your files and quit Lighting up some shit Called Earth Medicine My letter better than grade A Rhymes grade slope the time is crime Circular grime I Circulate Chi Hype is the tight shit to roll free I bite hits Off the Reefer G I might just get in tight with the connect I inspect reflect collect the check Soldier bet on sweat to Tech 9 I practice the mind style to back this in single file I rap hits I max crisp got the lack split Tight shit we in Psychopath to begin Hit the mic with my wrath Soul children I drill them They get killed in it The battle hit Soldier Casualty Gradually you become numb To the Gunfire All service this to retire with Fist
Got a caffeine buzz What it was I flip the drugs Such as that cut right back Murder attack in the serve cold fact Rough up told they hack And suck as much as they caught flack Run it back from the back Soldier lack Gold and it’s a trap I sold Wallet folded call it bold truck rip rope soap Slippery thick this C with Ice T I dice up G Cut twice hit up mics nice with the disease I curve on cheese and breeze I love getting high and leave this crank behind One day I get my favorite ray Ganja play with that Variety pack I got jack to sold Crack Solid as max Ball it intact I sack up the straps cut the black shut the back Stuck in the maximum security I fluid fear no G I do it I screw it right in To begin I sting with the wingtip I’m on a trip with tight money don’t sip Guzzle G I like a Water free hide the mind I blind a fat cat got the gat And I signed realigned raps that intact With the axe I tracks slap up From the lack of cut You need Psilocybin done
In the search for the Golden Bell We all dwell inside the mind Hitch a ride on a Psychedelic Or Gel it with some Ganja relevant The bomber Onslaught Thought after the master string struck with venom No end in sight with might I represent fright I insight to excite back bite with the good night sleep Sharpen your teeth on the beef All Reefer left rodent deceased by the scrotum All get heat botched shot explode when the dot Come through on the spot with crew I light this to do what might hitch the ride inside the mind Relax rewind back to days of straps and max The black is fact relapse with traps psycho gone Platinum With the wax spun ring the bell intelligent You could tell with the fist this mic is crisp I recite the dis track Coming back with slack to rap I jack facts in sacks of Green might roll this dream Strain way in the days with decay on further display Ganja rings a great Golden Bell you say You could sell it easy to anyone who freeze buns bake Rake the take on it ache I Soldier earthquake fold you Take a hold and it’s true You could turn Blue Diet try to flight fit the riot excite the quiet Might light in the hide this bent then indent I spent Went through the entrance and sent this Invention of the black lesson tax through profession Stop guessin’ The ring finger might sing your Squeak diamond freak in spread sheet Dusted sweet sifted sugar Bleep there goes murder Sheep on the first of the month Go pack a lunch I got a hunch I in a bunch of oats From overdose on too much I such and such so I bust I dust it You can trust it I rhyme plus kick ass Why I’m fin to master that ass further On the burner all I churn out is the type that turn down Frowns on fools around I serve crews with pounds and blows KOs! I froze a flow’s show with it to roll seven digit I get the inhibited bitch you bread soaked the lead smoke In the indigenous red zone to clone I fidget prone I like to get stoned and kick it and clone pot plants I do a dance and romance I get it lanced In France they love my hands and rub my glands I surface brands that I understand sell well I gel an L I hell of a bell I melon ripe harvest bust The farthest You can’t trust I lust after the funds And go with guns Under tons of sweetness dripping down to the feet with it
Rise! I bring knives up the cut Out of place with guns you waste the taste Murder takes place in further haste Fully bullet ridden no need and speed then Methamphetamine I cream and Soldier team yo Word I bring blurred birds on Water Score your War torn I born in War so I score I been up to tore a fool off I Soldier core as raw I love a Soldier par A Soldier del mar Meaning from the ocean I got a potion to serve for folks in it to win it I serve begin it with the digits so frigid Cold it gets old to sold a soul I fueled by coal and I roll I got a death toll that keeps climbing I’m designing the unwinding I timing the cut the diamond in mics rhyming I bust the knives and I said I bled intend to end it there You a player? You Soldier as mayor I got a stay there and fade with the gear All I hear is gunshots I been told plots for shot up I got the product and Glock shut The topic don’t stop it
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Edited by Solid Log (07/22/23 09:30 AM)
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I get it live with the death Cream and after a rest I take it up suggest Funky Fresh Servin' steps to take Techs make break Hate to saw it skate law as date Fade it Bladed They hate it I cremated At the cemetery it gets scary at night I fight at night I insight into violence General I’m Federal I bled fully I wool heat the spun complete the ton Of beat on the one I drop it and pop it Nonstop trip the pot I smoke is thick Choke on loc on I broke dawn I choke gone Nodded out and shout about route I got the clout that murder is all about I serve a bout with death Leapt up crept up Sold my should and fed tucked ones I bake buns For fun I don’t run I light a fool up and cash rule it’s in the cut
I kept in step with the Death Like a Jet Aircraft I take off and land Burn fuel I mule drugs across for the boss I like to floss I toss the fight thing I right wing I might sing I tight bring the highs Being a Sativa Head is the move to groove with Sit on a stool sit I rule the click I master thick like plaster To disaster mash and boogie I took heat and kneaded a fresh bread recipe I set through keys of lens Manufactured with blast furnace My raps thermos I turn this cut I don’t want to hurt no one Bake your own buns Live service for thugs to recline Jet Airplanes In the lanes staring at claims I’m wearing the gear for aims to steer clear I fear no one I rear gun for the Sun I come from a ton of clock shut Ganja talk but The raw stalk is rare I care about others So I wish the phat sacks for brothas and sistas Grow Ganja hand over Fist for the Bomber Jet Airplane We smoke the intense And hit balls over the fence The Dragon commence
The dragonflies are out In full force Dragons horse the wagon Remorse for saggin’ pants A answer from master Backs bitch up And shanks fools in the cut Murder what? I serve a slut a cut above These raps rub backwards A sack of Ganja further The burner like Turner I murmur I burned brah I turned slow and got a little Gold and Platinum HAHA! I got stacks of Sun I don’t run from I got the gun I gun down from the Crown All those around who pound click Lightning and it’s sick Frightening the fit Is tightening I’m on a trip Ever since I tried Psilocybin Water Ordered more of it to scorch the limit It’s simple this life I frigid raps on ice The minimal roll the dice It’s criminal folded over twice I just kick back Receive a flipped hat I never deceive Smoke the Ganja Weed
I want to be known as the snowman I’m the ice head with twice dreadlocked I stalk a pot plant a lot I’m tired of getting shot at when I got bomb rap I scored a tack There Beware of the snowman Smokin’ chips of crack Folded a sack twice I roll the dice once then I front ten mil I skill I peel back caps Already Soldiers flow steady hit the head heat Dead sweet come complete With the box Loaded Glocks talk the walks I caught a gun so much I don’t pack one I stack a ton I from the Sun Snow called blow Ice is meth Related Adrenaline Death Chemical It’s relative for Federal Crime I unwind on Snow Chips to smoke cost a grip I serviced flip and learned real quick I got the Ice and lit the Ganja twice Plus I was a Ganja Farmer But small time We need to expand operations someone needs to learn to rhyme
I’m a Buddhist The Witnesses shunned me for enlightenment on a tight money tip I know when to bow And when to bow three times I lock lines Buddha could stomach my Cut throat of India got seizures in freezers with heat blurs Wool to bullets worth of dirt On the Buddha we come back and come right through yah I’m from the Order got it on tape recorder I sort of Christian still I’m a good Christian will Bust like a power drill With the rifle get ill I study enlightenment I’m a Giant Defiant of all the appliance I reached the alliance with the silencer I while in it’s word for murder All I serve is a hamburger you get learned cuz I give back rubs Club the thugs up I drug snuff out the route with gun in the mouth I want to move down South to Texas Where everything’s bigger Texas is a State in the USA We Make America Great Again I’m on the side and Alien
They got free lit Of the Buddhist trip Down the block at the Thai Restaurant I lit up Buddha Glocked A mind server I learned to listen to music Coming down from shrooms I choose it To smooth pick shrooms from the Wild I first smiled coming down around listening to Hendrix all I found Is Psychedelic Distortion I got more spin to sin with I eat a dinner plate fill you with hate And Malice you Callous Around the block lit the Charras a little Rock I rock hardest the farthest from the Sun I stun all rappers Become I master all other opponents I in the Zone stitch up with the phone Kids try to clone my style They jelly leg and rank and file I got them on speed dial I wild style I child smoking Ganja I long to front on the wrong head I bid Murder skidded out and slid down your mouth
All in blades blade fighter nine Relax rewind the tracks Bitch caught a stomach and an axe I collect taxes from the back slid Stifle the hit with muffled screams in dreams they bled Murder intended Defenseless Crews get wrenched out with screws I can’t lose or get touched even I start bleeding Loss of life receding into dark That’s when I spark I’m Traditional raps you wanna listen to Got Witch’s Brew of chemical My crime is Federal still I seen the bill They bust mic until the will come off hype I swipe all their cash make a dash past the glass pipes And wipe them off for the register They all bent and blurred Murder occurred with the blade Wu Tang gets slayed played and stayed lit All server through that shit Get yourself an LSD hit and quit I rifle the skit out the bit rhymes Murderer I’ve been burnin’ yah Since you turned on sides You can’t hold it down with the Mike Neides
Contacting on Water again In Waterville with the Water Lens I won’t eat a OZ of shrooms again I move at ten speed bicycle I mic I pull I want a sheet of this LSD cold called All the wall flipped skidded I tripped did it indeed Try other trips License through thick and thin I like a light trip now Don’t have a cow about the OZ It scares the shit out of me too Get locked in the room and murdered All these raps you hear of This is the style they all want to profile I hit the tile in the bathroom floor Down on all fours Praying to make it through the peak without dying I’m trying to write bullets I come through the fullest With rule fists and tool kits like I slew and drips blood from the neck Further inspect the Soldier colder than me I licensed with the Ganja Trees I mic up on skis Disease free Pretty Much I seen as such I love a Sativa High I trip even when I’m dry Smokin’ the line no joke and I been high for six years Plus a bunch of part time I’m more than part rhyme I’m the Master Entertainer
I know a lady who drove me crazy With her Haze, Ice and Purple Haze Device I got a nice cut on a girlfriend I ended my life with a knife last I tried suicide I ride inside the vehicle Steal wheels off another vehicle that peels out Thunder What all you thought of wonder I get swept under the rug Like a drug I keep coming back Like rap I settle intake murder in the blackness The wackness was a step away from the Sun Ray I heard of a murder gone down round the small farm town I said, Watch Out Now! All they knew how was a thug Everyone plug up one and stub a toe on some furniture In the World these people dwell in you could tell in Corn Rows flows for chosen bros then I rose when my stone skid off the bone I just hit Upstairs at the meth pad I roll joints, smoke everyone out on point Everyone loves me I run the scene with speed Methamphetamine This chick kept offering me a free hit of meth I finally smoked one, it didn’t do anything I bought a sniffed a half gram Wings until the Sun the next day I jam I grill with the program the show slam yo Physical get you pull
I want to live a Shamanic Existence On a self sufficient small organic farm I grow my own food I grow my own medicine I have a close relationship with Earth We don’t burst guns Everyone lives the village life No crime Clean Water Delicious fresh produce I slow deuce up the truck coming I sum in the done deal The wheels skidded He was looking for medicine I said I’ll let you in We took a Psychedelic for a spin that night By a nice big fire He hit higher than die your slid to cry for I mind more in charge like cargo on the ship For seen it trip the ski flow lift the disease rolled crisp We seen disease cured all flourished I born to rinse since I was in the current Many folks murdered the hit City life I don’t trust that knife, rusty blade I made the grade and slayed MCs! What a disease! Now I make phone calls that freeze Drop down on both knees Top one I might Sun and float some some Herb and leave the Old World Behind Trip cures the blind I press rewind and sealed and signed
Flip through file folders On roll yours Got both oars in the Water I’m on Water I oughta stop writing and say good night but I’m pulling a night mission All night long poetry with the flow so you know it’s me The guy with the good Tai Chi That works People’s heads jerk when they see me practice It’s hard to break like matchsticks you can break limbs or sever heads People living half dead With no Psychedelic Medicine I like Cannabis, a Veteran I cured my PTSD better than Any other therapy can I think I have it fully cured I sit in the fewer lure to drip do your trip up I nip tuck around the corner A foreigner is sweating me about Tai Chi I light up the stop and see what pop you freeze I dot you and you sneeze blood and die No way to live why I Practice Tai Chi I like to ski pole I’m about to ring the phone again I got a Platinum Lens Drinking Water I intend to Trip and come off the dip in the Medicine
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Enhance your practice with herbs You need to learn I like to burn one A joint not a gun For fun I run a game down to take it to town Release the herbs now I can feel them how I wield one weapon I kept in check all the bastards Who want to match murders I curve further than word up I hit a duck off the loft high Sold and cost dry I wet the eye I bullet fed in sly I can’t cry It suits me just fine I drink a wine and swallow a dime A got the shine and cold crime for the blind To catch a sign I design the death trip They flex dip in the Lex equipped To rip I on a burner now It’s wonderful how I power up to search and lead the church I heard of it first then dug it to drug it I like Cannabis a lot I grew up smoking it And practiced my first swords that won the awards using Ganja I pour more bomber on yah And relax on the grass watching clouds You need to clock Pounds and Pounds
Crews came with the meth vibe fixed tribe inscribed with death What a trip! Imagine all the Ganja they need a dream on the double with the lean On Cream to serve a fiend I like to see everyone on the team I clock the scene in the bikini they seen me never flee but root like a tree I clock a fee? Hell no, life is for free! I knock a knee? Hell no, I never scared I faired fine on the Gangster rewind I got the time It’s all the time you want the Ganja smoke it kind The bomb was the on one to sign deal signed delivered And you forgiven You was on meth and killed little children how they bill them The crystal led to pistols drawn and gun heat long Now you hit the bong like smog choke on it roll in thick fog I prescribe Water to order for your tape recorder to sort it through All likeness of this blew up with diamonds to adjust you must learn Tai Chi Answer me! Do you want cancer and disease? Do want to master violence? And get the big cheese wheels deals were made to guns that were sprayed on meth Let’s trip in step on some real Psychedelic!
I’m sealing off the dead Peeling your head back To release tracks first third of the traps that set sprung On the gun you come from you Soldier weigh a ton I license stun the gun I sum up the parts I know all about martial arts and shot hearts through the center I enter the adventure with spent more coin Boy and man entrance exam and for woman and girl Everyone human in the World Must uncurl unfurl and extend expand release at least and Show up to throw up on the Psychedelic brew Some lead you in two split like a Y I got high so much I dry eye and my eye never shuts I see in cuts and stabs murder grabs you by the tag On your head price advice is to have the dice rolled controlled I poled out all the answers route the cancer to advanced blur The hands on your self was hell I bet I no sweat it I set it and forget it I headed tracks so hardcore I seen War like no other I shown the Mother Goddess I’m a rap artist Shaman givin’ it the game crept up to step up to you and introduce
I can see a spiraling vortex Natural visuals caught on Water Fast before and after last time I rhyme I find it I mind hit the sign flipped The dime skipped The diamond brilliant I skill in it to will a little different than your average tripper I cold dip your weapons in blood To serve thug through the mud Thick swamp Jungle I stomp with the troublesome ones I flip their guns and relax Suns off high strung I release a ton of weight Trust in Water date you’re caught up in hate crime Get the bait and find you relate with hate in your mind I unwind unwound comin’ down through town to skip and trip All I do is trip I took more than a little sip Kids can’t handle it The old gray ones back with some gray old wisdom I bid high and caught a fly which is to recover find the jewel People don’t pack any tools! The foolish ones need guns I got black guns and relax Suns I murder from it with a ton hit to release a full clip Suckas get ripped I been through this trip so many times Why I fly minds in Tai Chi A meditative release from guns and violence
Crackheads deserve respect to wreck the Mac 10s All friends get those ends Checks at the first of the month Will blur once the rock inhaled into the lungs I brung drugs Soldiers kill thugs I release the plugs to snub love on the track Comes right back with Soldier’s Max I whack create tax to flow black lightning It’s frightening when a crackhead tightening the screws On these brews you can’t lose I flow fluid to do it to it Rip right through trips And fools dip down low A savage with the advantage I pack baggage slow And manage damage on the ran fled crews that damn well bled true Through this clueless the shoe fits I run the game will in shame my crew itch in the flame What’s my name?
We grow the hydroponic Ganja That pipes long around here To steer funny you need to blaze for fun G I rap a ton see Be hittin’ without money Milk Bust you ill I fill a drill backwards With sacks heard? My stack blurred the max with acts served I’m a blackbird My raps heard out the 33rd I inspect moons Tombs you sleep through this you geek I got a white sheet that rhyme complete I tight each one with a gun I Sun from the lungs you bet no sweat I jet Rock out the Glock saw a talk decline number 9 I bust a rhyme at the drop of a hat With the gat Soldier cause it’s like that I scatter atoms And track back to sacks ten bucks wasn’t enough You gotta go get rough Get high all the time in the mind I put my money on Ganja diamonds I recline spin while I slid right through I’m kin
Momma doesn’t think I should take a low dose of LSD So I told Momma, I got a high dose mushroom dream Things weren’t as clear as they seem But Momma doesn’t think I should take a low dose of LSD
I’m used to moving the stuffing Roughing it up with the handcuffs I bluffing I such thing as weird Beard in the shave behave strange On the range I’m home all alone I shot a hit over the phone to get sick making Ganja clones suck my dick I write this written I got a kitten spayed I played back the rhythm To give em what I give em I imprison the leader Of the two seater with a fleet of cars that jars install it I bust a wallet fat ball right back in the act I smack a bitch up to hit truck sideways I slide grays with As I plays disease frays blades get pulled Full of shit bitches can’t handle edges They freak I run through fleet with the GP I lightning on trees I excite the smokestack I caught flack for being master Thank You I hasta tank force your crew I just drew a lucky card Sing like I’m a bard Soldier scarred I hardcore No one can handle War I vandal tore the room Spoon lyrics like dope hear this I wrote this for the cops Shed tears quick and it don’t stop Everyone gets popped
Weak Trip! I busted lips and flipped a grip of hipness My rich kids think I sink in But I stink when I drink then I ink man up to plan rough and tough I scuff a truck rope up I duck behind a slope with one tucked I broke a joke up The loc but I strut so tough I huff and puff I fold your upper hand as planned I’m the man who understands the lands And how I jam is I slam I command hands played stayed Ray of Sun blade In this fade with the made stacks folded cracks I swim laps I jacks a fool before it looks cool Sit on a stool I pool up tears rear ends get sended sent I’m bent I invent the rent’s paid I slayed a eighth I take the OZ Of shrooms fools flee I lightning G on drugs exciting the right wing up to speed I hit a lot of bleed seed with recede I feed I Tree grow around ring slow I blow I need head to toe glow for po’ folks to smoke no joke I choke it up to struck something front On what you want I stunt a ball perhaps take a fall I nothing as the shit I sit back And kick rhyme rap
Herb Teas With Chinese Medicine I skis Variety with the highs to breeze fly by read The manual try to handle a candle blew out Shout a route they doubt But I come with murder route I shout I found a brand I stand by Try to get high but they can’t they haven’t tried I mind On sword record forward and backward My sack blurred I jack recurred The max security prison I live in You forgivin’ for not dealing rhythm The Chinese want you to give in to Communism And float on herbal wisdom I stick send invent the intention with the feds I retain I explain how clock got shocked by time that displayed I talk a lot about blades I crazed from practice you can’t match this I hit a hat trick Rhymes get lit I soak and sit in the smoke I flip I trip yo Dip slow Everyone needs the Ganja grow Just like I said before Herbal trips I might just equip you with a ton of steel Herbs can get you real peel with the feeling spread Just like the Gods intend I been on sex trip and make the Tech flip Lightning when I’m ripped I grip a tight thing Heights they call me King
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Edited by Solid Log (07/25/23 03:33 PM)
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Hollywood
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We gonna get Treed Out Sativa on the read out display Mics made of hay I like this type We Ripe For swipe of the card scarred by the disbarred They jarred on Meth Or something they fronting death If it isn’t one thing it’s another My love of Sativa to grow trees through the breeze blew I kick back extreme on the team Syndicate I be flippin’ shit Order of the Dragon I taggin’ on walls scrawls I brawls up a punk I don’t ever flow whatever I do I stunt together I never punt the ball OG forty four I tore through crews I excite who is who Of the job I clobber a slob whose job turned them out I got all the weapons stout with check in I section 8 Skate lately I bait and switch G offa flee They need Ganja Tree extreme Still a sucka ass beam I liken to cream all height reach extreme It’s just what gleam I might rein right I bleed in the type Of speed I seen the heights Of deeds done in polite policy It’s a wall of Trees Ganja Weed I watch Sativa Grows and it shows I want to sniff a lot of Blow Cocaine Nose Candy I’m handy
I’m going Faster on Water A Mushroom Cloud Master I flowin’ after I roll I don’t really roll cold I sold it you told hits are a trip I fold it I told kids to split I did it lit In the invention at the center before mentioned I bent in the trip flip a tight grip I sight a juice lick Off deuce hit Rhyme thick cash sipped ash and stick With the knit I got bit real rock I stock barrel Apparel all wear glow with wherewithal I draw back A sack intact I packed a lot of different gats so I scatter like atoms The badder been the explosion to the undertow frozen in the Ocean I hit the potion or I boast in the tight coast and I dice up mics throw it ice up the price for twice Can’t stand that I been handed the device I landed branded the iron with the siren on I wired till dawn I’m on I hit a bong as soon as they gone I prolong a strong song I’m a flight risk with tight twist You bite this I write this polite it’s The Mushroom Cloud Master Of all last your explosion I was chosen to rip flows and dip with the tight OZ My Dad used Peyote in the 1950s My Mom dropped LSD in the 1960s I learned to light trees with mushroom Ps The P makes the explosion
As Water progresses I must confess I was bad And had Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner I begin never I ended to sever head Or gunshot to the head Now they dead No more edit on credit I said it My head hit the pillow so chill slow I billow I will bro and sis to totally dis but they can’t I’m a giant I’ve tried it Everything But only the Syndicate Sing I ring a Wing off The boss lost I awestruck by the buck stops here I have no fear I earring with the necklace, bracelet, watch and tattoos on me All I need is a bong hit of Weed Ganja Tree I’m tight indeed If I wasn’t crippled I’d eat an OZ I picked quite a bit in the Pacific Northwest USA Shrooms Lit up rooms chill and play tunes I love music I judge the crew hit by the harmonic I vomit when I see the wrong G I seen that shit already I flow steady
Show your Kilo of Crack to Nancy Reagan She tried to act like she didn’t smoke crack But she lit it up in the back You could Mac to Nancy and still fancy Crack and bleed Indeed she even likes Weed and Methamphetamine A Soldier’s dream was Nancy After she cancelled drug class for your ass She lit up the glass pipe Servin’ hype all split dyke For the mic I twist up the bitch slut was nasty Right past pay heed to seed spread or you dead Once again A pistol shot to the head Nancy was at my Wedding Forgetting we got high and setting in the Sun the Ganja Dried I hum a song off the slew crew so on the drew one gun like a pawn I loot shoot pollute scoot bad attitude Very rude they say crew did it I flew different after that forgiven in the act I unfolded the map It said sold in the black was the tack I rolled facts spread Maximum Security Prison I envision the live in residence for President Trump What a dumb ass He got served after a splash of the Cash I hold all the Platinum Some relax with their Sun
Condensed Packed in The rhymes back into the space A living disgrace smacked my Ace up Leave the place shut for the waste cut I shake butts Fuck shit up on the mic cluck and inside I ride I died on a cross to toss venom still I send em in I win taught the lesson and proceeded to end violence Of all types on all stripes the cuts ass wipes For the hypes I rock shut cut it twice I’m nice with knives I ruin lives I thrives on dives and diners and drive throughs I pack brews? Never that but I clever max I relax perhaps I stacks I maximum bitch back she want it to gun up I seen a truck speeding off They accost all the lost with the floss I reach for sauce I shot a boss in the plate for servin’ date Torture I scorch Earth under enemy They act friendly but intend to do evil deeds I like to some bleed on the microphone Raps born to zone They slit the bone up They shown up on radar Still I live a pay and fade yards Blade with the decay Say in sayin’ No delay end the day
I like an herb called Ganja Some disturbed by my bomber I bomb on some Till sun come up done I don’t run up I seen them stuck pigs With leaded legs they headed spreads The feds don’t like Ganja I seen a long stare from the beware of dog fog I licensed a cog in the machine of Mean Green Grind some up to smoke with the team We all players Everyone rhymes layer cake They made a mistake to raid the Ganja plantation They got killed on a vacation song I hit a bong so much I stay in touch I don’t rush here I chill in the rear like I hype it I ripen up I twice with the shutout I run down I hit the town A lot of Ganja now is the how the song is sung By almost everyone under the gun From Meth they run from I seen a lung turn red and dead that Soldier fat cat with the dead cat I run the black game With aim on Ganja I maintain The Water soften I cough and lit the namesake strain of Jack I make it come right back Psilocybin made me die in the Platinum Eye Now I’m Fasting cry the tear everlasting with the stash in
I alter the aphrodisiac Made it run cat run From the Gun some women want to hug and kiss Like this I write it crisp with the drugs in my fist I liken to exist on a twist with the right woman right insight on flight I took a bite of the all night and hit up leathers For treasure I tickled with feather I knew a girl named Heather who sold me Methamphetamine I like this to scream over cream when I almost died on the ride I slide until I chill then thrill For ill I will until a girl I want to drill I kill for fill Aphrodisiac some seen it in the sack both ways with plays The same light light up the days And rained out of class Soldier Fast Rollin’ Grass Ganja on the one I smoke a ton I love to eat Sun Sweet Ripen at my feet Times I greet my teacher Take a seat you look worn out Soldier on route with the fountain of love Like a glove I rub a dub to scrub All brains flame up when I hit the name up Aztec You need a flash check I rhyme and inspect the crime criminal Minimal damage at first but for love I thirst
I smoked a puff of Ganja Fell out and died right on the long air I wrote bare to dare I dropped stopped and shocked What’s my grade? A Play a sayer for slayer I hit the lair I fade there to stay in the way there I made man made player I’m the mayor of rap Better yet the President My residence left shelf space For you to delve into Ace Case the place I hit a freebase hit But Ganja was my shit I quote myself thick I broke myself With wealth I spit No program get hit with the show slam My flows jam All around I took another toke hit the ground How that sound? I got them pounds now I been skating how? No ice I roller blade nice I sold your Grade A The way it’s meant to be player So stay there Don’t move until you sooth a groove With the Ganja move We all groove
I almost got shot Doing a plot I rot in caught The taught are lost I got off To toss the boss No loss I Soldier cost high Dry eye in the wonder why my mind made I slayed every different way Every day I decay Stay sprayed I hate Hits from shit lit so quick I light it thick My rights to program go back to the jam sessions On guitar and keys, harmonica sneeze bomb and yah Stay calm so flow on with bong I strong Herb Ganja word I’m on yah bird I chirp heard of lurk In the shadows Creep now slow a peep From the GP You reap what you sew I sniff Blow Release Gold I hit an LSD sugar cube I busted nude Jogging Almost got a flogging But I saw the thing ring Lived and became King
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Edited by Solid Log (07/26/23 06:31 AM)
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I remember the taste of all the drugs I’ve eaten All the Ganja I’ve toked smokin’ chokin’ In the drug game I flame upwards I caught two rough birds Now all I hear is chirps I lurks in the shadows Waiting for the gat slow as stayed played Techs glow in the raid I made a playbook for took shook I hook a fool on the uncool go to school Fools in substance abuse Noose around the neck Collect loot and inject the section In detention I retain all my brain in the shade I played a Sun Ray till one day the Sun burned out and gun spray No delay I decay in the mist Wrote this crisp on Water flipped I oughta get high again Really man Chilly in the AM Till PM I see men flee then Ten after three spend A buck on some mushrooms I’m gonna taste I hit flashback laced With head crack bleed and red rap Seed the blood in the mud With cut like cocaine I roll down memory lane In my brain And body In some hot heat
I like a J You can taste the Pot you got You get the cherry hot hotbox No Rocks or caught Meth No step Just the Ganja crept up and you slept tucked in Feel the peaceful tranquil release fill The place ill with drugs For thugs A mugshot Give it all you got You got raw stocked Buffed off the yoke joke and on you got caught I like a bong But a J you can really taste the pot We got rolling papers for capers steady A! Order a pizza get the vegetarian I scary then Eating flesh and protest the medicine I better than that I don’t pack a gat So I Soldier flat in the reaction chamber I maim there With flame I scare kids with shivs I release bids flip the lids See MCs skid and crash I dash past the cams So they can’t see who I am Breathe through the slam Prison within the system I seen the vision I made decision To smoke a J again one day Taste the taste Smoke Tropical and all the chalk full of the backwards rub martial dub With awareness I scare little kids and adults They go pop and it’s all my fault I martial in the section not partial Get a heart full of soul
All I see is birds All I hear are gunshots Up in the bird spot Meth makes the gun shots I think not When I think meth again Too hot and too dead Red zone with the laced bones I hit it prone to show someone love I think not with the glove on links Show strong in clinks I need Ganja Medicine To sweep my head clean again From all the lead and metal A boiling hot kettle I fired them up to settle who struck what with who what? Who flew in the cut and shake that butt I release a cut pure for fewer than pure into trap In the gap you could come right back And still I cut you slack Ganja releases the clack and I’m on one My name is Platinum I trip strong so I could prolong Life under a knife blade Sun Rays Played A big part in darts but I pull apart a chart Chew an OZ of shrooms Release 18 moons on Ganja We smoke the Bomber
Get it on We hit the progress to the struggle We double expert with wet work Make the head jerk We Martial Impartial Headed off by the head honcho We bomb slow Caught going low and blowing Cocaine In the lane we freeze the insane Light this brain up So like a lame duck President We serve one term and burn A lot of MCs churn I take my turn and earn Earnings Burned Wings in With the condition set in high heaven Sweat the guy sendin’ the threat You could bet he meet death But I suggest calling it peace For your own in the deceased the clone For shown on the phone call If you kill everyone you relieve a ton of weight On society’s plate I serve a date with hate So I could relate I head it up to create Inside made diamonds climb The labels I find rewind the tables turned blind I got designed by my own head I bled a medic saved me like gravy I laid in heat stayed so sweet It’s tough to beat a hangman’s Noose around the neck I reflect upon Death until the Dawn from using Meth I mow the lawn and smoke a bong from now on
Folks without a Meth Cap Swerve and fishtail and make the S Unstable under stress you fail I derail all plans of Narco Gangs Fans of the pot we flow it got To hold it caught red handed So what? We branded criminals It’s minimal what a Drug War can do Besides ruin and shake up lives Knives blades thrive like live on stage Rage catch the Mikey Neides Gunning down minds I rock dimes and twenties Ain’t even funny when a gun heat up Folks was sweet they thought they could reduct The heat struck the construct For the bomb I plucked Dead you Head you out of luck to struck I chuck up a deuce and bled loose from the roots I run a goose step to inflect Damage left remained to be claimed like blade I reinvigorate drugs like grenade launcher The poncho I’ve got on makes me macho till dawn Is how we roll on Meth Kept the step up I leapt up to check truck jewels Fools with the advantage cool as cabbage drool I tool in to spin for the win that’s it I had a beginning and now an end I befriended Gangsters that spank kids And shank up figures bigger than dreads You dead on the hard drug head You gonna die so I eye the spot higher than Pot For Cocaine the market got hot so I park it in the spot
I have an obsession with Pot Plants To grow up dance to rhythms And imprisoned for my decision I live in my cell in hell I bell bail on failed tell tale average I manage baggage handle crab legs Vandal scandalize with eyes on fly is high I might right roll reel in sight sore steal then Wield what ten men are afraid of Train blades but a dove I hawk on squawk talk a megadose Choke frozen for flows in the ice cream zone then I wrote being striped fielding mics up to ceilings heights The real thing is white with THC crystals I love when the bud sticks to you Like glue you can’t roll one true you hold gun In your palm wax like bomb I sealed the charm Heal all wounds through this list hiss on mushrooms I want to try other Psychedelics I fell from fits of night terrors I seem to have cured them A tear doesn’t drip I sip fluids Do it screw it on the head Medicine wed to pull it through the end I blend the recommended dose come close I broke my toes on the stub snub dub sacks Release the backs and fronts for stunts Once you try it you get to fly and hit Strike it rich a cinch Tight as clinch dice up mince Twice cut the defense is ice but My minds shut to Meth I deal in death
I’ve been trill since 2002 Ice in crew left with brew in the hand I landed big deals To promote steel in crews Left with the tools I use fuel to stay cool in school I pool resource Left to recourse of action That’s Action I have to blast son Create the cash strung out No doubt you gone down route We heard down South You get a bird stuffed in your mouth Round about Shout out loud and hounded dog Through thick fog in bogs I like this job I got I get to chill and smoke pot I almost forgot I clock Hardcore as a shot tore through Gun drew on command Go and land on the sand Beach breach the defense Entrance into the yard go hard Tore it tense Whence it came I blow out your flame and name Service with aim I hurt this Light your wrist
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Taggin’ Walls All brawls take place shit in your drawers I claws and rips to trip Caught a murder lip so flip it Skip it hip it hop it And you just don’t stop it Man, I got popped to death I locked up on some stress I suggest the Dank Sticky Green Icky Ganja Weed Prolific Dream of the Specific The terrific I get lifted Head gripped it Never slipped it I drift into a meditation Down at the station I was on Vacation still I got ill when I came down It ain’t chill to get booked Shook Searched, Arrested and Detested Still I’m Fresh Kid I hit a lid of Ganja To pass for Bomber I’m on yah No drama I calm to Stone on one bone To Jones for more On tour this is War To the core I lit the shoreline Surfing pipeline My mic line Is draped over the gaping hole I roll under control I soul to soul Cold Ice chill But dice up a grill Vertical
I further ya’ll On a burner to ball I hit the AWWWWWWWW On trip I drip Quick nip The blips on radar They stay far away Cause I slay And they know it ain’t safe To stick a gun in Mike’s Face
Under control got shot Who that little kid rolling up Ganja? Thinking his bomb will slow? He right you know it! Don’t blow it in the city No way can you do it in the city Life isn’t pretty when you light up Mics History is what type you strike A little be trying to key But the lock struck and BUCK! You outta luck Street Sweep The Block A loaded Glock pull up popped All flocks got shocked and flew They ran away Uncool On the Street Rule I made mine in Santa Cruz, California Where the torn are blurred on Psychedelic I took a hell of a hit still Mics they get ill When you psyche up the chill Type to fill the bill? Your kid might just spill blood Then mud walk and talk I chalk up another body With my hot heat I rocked the street Mafia meet The meat wagon The Dragon
Butterfly Fractals I spin it around the World I hit early Bird Caught word of Birds for real Peel steel when I wield The weapon kept in the stash I’m a nice guy Don’t try to ice guy up I truck is stuck in the mud This Ganja is suds soap To get the broke thing moving And grooving Butterflies are all I see I Tree Ganja Herb busted Word I hit it up in a suburb of Seattle
I have an obsession with Pot Plants To grow up dance to rhythms And imprisoned for my decision I live in my cell in hell I bell bail on failed tell tale average I manage baggage handle crab legs Vandal scandalize with eyes on fly is high I might right roll reel in sight sore steal then Wield what ten men are afraid of Train blades but a dove I hawk on squawk talk a megadose Choke frozen for flows in the ice cream zone then I wrote being striped fielding mics up to ceilings heights The real thing is white with THC crystals I love when the bud sticks to you Like glue you can’t roll one true you hold gun In your palm wax like bomb I sealed the charm Heal all wounds through this list hiss on mushrooms I want to try other Psychedelics I fell from fits of night terrors I seem to have cured them A tear doesn’t drip I sip fluids Do it screw it on the head Medicine wed to pull it through the end I blend the recommended dose come close I broke my toes on the stub snub dub sacks Release the backs and fronts for stunts Once you try it you get to fly and hit Strike it rich a cinch Tight as clinch dice up mince Twice cut the defense is ice but My minds shut to Meth I deal in death
I’ve been trill since 2002 Ice in crew left with brew in the hand I landed big deals To promote steel in crews Left with the tools I use fuel to stay cool in school I pool resource Left to recourse of action That’s Action I have to blast son Create the cash strung out No doubt you gone down route We heard down South You get a bird stuffed in your mouth Round about Shout out loud and hounded dog Through thick fog in bogs I like this job I got I get to chill and smoke pot I almost forgot I clock Hardcore as a shot tore through Gun drew on command Go and land on the sand Beach breach the defense Entrance into the yard go hard Tore it tense Whence it came I blow out your flame and name Service with aim I hurt this Light your wrist
We seek the Water We got a Court Order From the Psychedelic Courtroom To bust moons and entomb with cocoons We spoons lyrics to tears drip You fear it Here come take a hit of Water All you thought of you spit into tape recorder I sort of know what you are saying Saying your way in If you haven’t tripped and dipped in Water You a sort to tore crews around How you like that now Service with a POW! a smile People be practicing they style in the Isle I pile on the core till while is worn I scored big time With big things in mind I rewind Score a diamond My line slid I twisted and bent lines I define trip as anything that flip So Water is trip I caught your hip bone To reconnect the live clone On the microphone We like Water flown in the zone I need to smoke bones And Fast again at last attend The class and spread my wings I don’t carry them thangs
I’ve peaked and reached the Nexus The complex in the brain to bust Slain turn to dust refrain From blowing it away Staying gray matter on the platter Your hat you’re wearing is scaring kids Gangbanging and slangin’ dope What’s broke is the vote to hope To come smoke some Ganja again
I vandalized a guy’s eyes Robbed him of his thriving violence business This distance crept people practice in step To crept up yo Blow a hole through dough read the slow Feed below Toe to toe Go for mo’ I show a glowing Soldier how to fold cores I tore right through and drew Wicked it crew sick with it
Wrapped in the Golden Arms I’m going to ring alarm bells Until I gel into the right state My mind is hell Until I ring the bell clean Like a nightmare or dream There’s nothing in between
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The party will return one day When skies are gray and rhymes are dismay We play the music All crews twitch until they sooth with a grip Tight lipped run a tight ship My mind did never slip up I rip up Trip up Take the dip in the cut to strut I love a front on a fool Acting like he or she so cool Cause they got fuel I route in two their asscrack To see it coming back They asscrack
I just want to live in Peace The shots greased The shots in the slots deceased crews lead it with tools People just fucking rule Like school is cool I hit a shoe up on duck These rhymes pluck minds Until head crimes release dead minds I’m said I’m blind I rewind back to the bottom line Some got shot over the crime
We executed the black out Fully stacked up to stack down License crown to town I take it Bake it in a cake and break it till it quake Shake the ground pounds lounge on scrounge I hound dog through the fog I smell it the hell hit on the bell equipped with sounds My might is now and again seen on sight I likeness like I strike the mic But bust I hype to thrust I service just as crushed Till they dust I busted trusted nothing I’m suffering from martial All had it scream they partially lean I got stacks of cream
Top of the Morning to yah! All crew screw in there to pull it tear I lit the air for flair Proceeded to elect myself mayor Yo stay there We’ll come back with the gat to Soldier Stat Fold your maximum I proceeded to blow stacks and numb on Cocaine We got Ganja and Meth Proclaim All the Sets slain Light this brain in chocolate lane I chalk it up to cold came knock a fool out I don’t like to but I strike a fool right up For shooting around the room like a cluck You hit this dose of mushrooms and duck Soon as you step you crushed Slushed ice with dice up into little bits Twice cut the flips take advice get your shit lit On the OZ Don’t punish me I stun to see I double G
Bikini on the reflex? You catch a G test to be the best at Bikini You seen me? I like it I tree branch out with flowers to smoke I chill No ice or nothing just Ganja The one thing I swing with like this I write a crisp jam in the slam Light this up who I am? I’m the man I understand all the land I froze to flows I show it don’t blow hits You screwed up you get fucked up Your truck rope was dope and you got broke You smoke a choke and don’t toke further I got it on the burner inhaling server Never failing We bone in the chicken to stick in Shit in the kitchen is the intended victim Yes we eat flesh We ill to the fresh I step into your whole crew to death Never second guess
Down twice Ice clips down to slice Mics up dice rolled I patrolled all night I light up sights sold flights On types I murder hypes to turn in Burn in the insignia The brand land you head shots to get within within yah I’m not a beginner I’m a 30 year Vet Plus I sweat I like Tex/Mex X off the lesson long To strong flesh that hit to death In your brain with the flex Specs spectacular Rhyme this like Dracula I back up in yah I been the center of entrance The defenseless shoot all over the place Without Ace
It’s the brand you land when you handed it We commanded the gangs real thick With the slang trick hang with the rang kids twitch Stitch up lift up blips like lit trees my eyes sees on I ski past dawn to relieve all the claw to the face I take it and break tricks down to their face They are disgraced I know this one fool with no Psychedelic He packs a tool and you can sell him tools To sweat fools with He tighter than grip Lightning real thick Exciting! I think he’s into Meth Whatever he’s a dick I flip him and tip him off the scale of way all be Like that yep! The bike’s fat I write max Tap that ass like eyes bright in the craft I smoke all your stash and dash With the cash in a flash I like to smoke sifted Hashish I want a big brick I don’t see what the problem could be No trouble with the bubble either Or any manifestation of concentrate Of Cannabis I plan to adjust again To the right ends to spend with the dead lift Skip to that Jack
An MC chipper than I flip your shit and then Reflect my 8 did collect I set a date to reflex They X offed I sauce money with gun heat Run the Street and bleep out the cuss words To release birds I like a sandwich to lighten and brighten They fightin’ over scraps To swim laps for rap tracks Keep MCs in the back I jack job slack mob the tax you got robbed I pull a cog out The machine fails I bails Out on the pot I smoked a lot I need more to score with the wind tore through Raps just blew a gasket I relaxed fit The trap set To rap bet I jack jet out Let out of school Cancel cool for the stance that blew True story
I said Jah Bless Light up the Trees with no stress We smoke no cess We smoke Sativa The rhyme crest that feed the steez With trip Lightning right the thing with Wings I bring a sting Kick back and flip tracks that sing Like a flow tax That Gold wax I folded Did it bold big Took a big swig of the potion In the Ocean we float in the salt bath Like a wrath I right with Cash In a flash the stash come out It’s time for Tropical Rhyme that stop and pull Dice rolled controlled the soul I dice up no more ice in the cut That’s told story Of born heat We beat the fleet with the reaper Ganja teacher Harvesting year round From the ground the Sativa grow Just for that we blow slow
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We the Streetwise Street guys with knives and guns I leave mine at home and get stoned to the bone I don’t break bones I seen it shown it sneak peeks I reeks of the Ganja All bomber on a ton for hung out Done the dugout To rub clout off You soft You need to smoke Weed Get it in the bloodstream the brain Then lightning I tight the thing right up with the swing I light up Don’t be frightened It’s in the cut Gold ease in I shut The door on the poor It’s unfortunate But all they want is to eat I had Dinner On the Street I’m a big winner I don’t compete but I defeat Take you on a spin there I been disappeared into thin air Like this I scared To hype this beyond compare I rolled dice and fixed your stare There Don’t come near Here Have a joint get on point and don’t sweat I’m no threat
A Wisp of the Qigong Stick NonMartial NonMilitary Stick I settled Qi And led free in design To balance Qi All 8 Diagram Masters run the Qigong with Stick Extreme If they know Weaponry The Weapon is the Stem and Leaves of the Martial Art The Flower is the Qigong The Seed, the pure Kernel of Qi A pleasant circulation of Qi is the Essence
Coca All birds chirp about how badass their cap is The stacks fizzle Gold Coats Smokes of Coca The technique is unspeakable Masterful Martial or NonMartial All show extreme promise The Peaceful Tranquility The ability to Practice in Peace Matchless in the Universe of Qi
A scenic sight at a Mountain Peak I ate an Ounce of Psilocybin Mushrooms I saw the Great Heights The Highest Peak one can reach After a View of The Peak I sought to Retreat into Sleep I continued to See Yet, after all Sight I was Still Blind It was after Years of Qigong And Martial Practice that I Burned on the Peak Now I No Longer Fall I have The Vision and The Dream
It’s a Trip to Pop Up and Down Shot out the Tail Lights You Come Clean with Beam I got a Reinstated Dated Asphyxiated Gold Plated Ray Gun for something a ton I Dropped Popped it The Stop Hit Light up lit Playing with the Martial Arts I know So Many Internal Sets Now I Seldom Flex I Cry Foul Ball!
A Martial Dance Get your spear on Like a Lear Jet I’m gone Through the Atmospheric No fear or sweat I don’t fight I collect respect People respect my Mastery in step It hasta be the flee fled The bleed said it the edit I credit blood and guns With this likeness by the tons Of dope I move so smoke In the groove we like Ganja to sooth Smooth move
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I wish good Medicine for everyone Chinese, Indian and African Herbs Word to the birds they serve I got unheard of tracks that whack backwards When I rub a sack forwards or back towards The map unrolled Sold it The cold hit the soul of the mix In the fix I write magic tricks I’ve seen a lot of Medicine In a letter sent to the President Asking for Medical Treatment for all On the Ball I scrawl what crawl up the wall I might enthrall the call the way up to spray up We don’t like gangster rap In fact we intact through the back end To rap’s end I black friend of the mend On it to gone with it strong lifted wrong stick it in It’s a sin to Win so I eat dinner and thin up there With the duck air and careful to tear full You could be aware of your brain in your skull And what you seen is dull pain You need Medicine for the blood stain wool Hit the trip equipped Cerebral Lift from Sativa With Tai Chi Tai Chi is my favorite Healing Modality With stick my brain hit the right way in To stay in the flame you became superhumanbeing
I’m the cancerous Master of Bastard The sack toward the Master of the Swords Weapons with the check in I respect men Martial Non Partial we got it hard to pull I charge the Bull back And sold crack Mac a stack With right back contact My bomb is rap I highjack the cold fact I told stacks of notes to float in the broken Spoken for the tokin’ on Ganja Laced with something We ain’t bluffing We tough ink to sink into the nothing We cuff link stuff in the sink needs cleaning I’m free wheeling off the ceiling revealing All wounds healing the real thing I steal the wing off a King whose steel is sting I write a hinge Crept up step while they slept but I in check with the cut for front Tore the brunt of the ball to call what all Soldiers flock towards
The floating Tai Chi light body All right Karate you punch them in the face the taste of MMA Disgraced by my way I stain them red I deadhead the spread for led to medical They credit fully pull test out the back seat to greet you on the map Complete with stack all they diseased cheese like ski low I read slow the current burn it on the search limit The gimmick types I’m livin’ it the hype is real with Tai Chi I’ve got the healing mentality I don’t laugh I write the raps that slice mask the task to clash I dash past the flash and cash in That rap’s sin To see a friend ended and bled dead That’s the representative of the let you live credit to medical All heads I pull up to chop off the fluid cost a lot of loot bid Scoot your shit the fuck out the way Before I scare you display
Ganja is the Greatest Fucking thing ever Created I watered the flips and dips With my crops Shock cops who don’t like it Until I mic up their mark trick ass I hold a blast from a Joint or Bong Prolonged Smoke broke the Coating Now I’m floating Rewinding on Tracks Rewroting The fold up Wing All this Lightness I bring Softness The Boss Cough Crisp On Ganja Rips Plus Psychedelics I was dead on arrival Before I tried the homicidal Meth I sold hold to death Still you bold Release the Techs Filled with Gold I Cold rolled respect For all the old heads My name is Platinum Cap on the tracks I’m from I like Water and Sun
I smoke Techs with the flames Unseen names bring hype that insight claims I release blame on anyone Who hasn’t held the Gun I release 1 Sun on the Sun brand lighter I ignite Meth and a sight toward the flesh Excite press record to the death I step I check in step all the bullies who pull heat Crept Sleep on this you gone with the Mexican Connect I need Ganja again I licensed to styles with profiles I just all smiles I retiles the floor Who could core release the War through? All raps like this true My smoking Gat is a fact with the stew Crew run laps around the ground steady I smoke real heavy The Ever Ready Man I deadly I don’t like to see G coming with the bleep Murder heap of the burner that’s keep Your head in Medicine My letter better than Let’s just be friends I call this cap Mag I’m the protagonist
Yo we got Coca on the line What’s the time? Release shine until you blind I behind the scenes cleans up this place Ace with Techs and AKs I reps the Wu Tang I still in flame My name is Platinum I trip to the maximum Your back get stung I just chill relax and hum Guns All these Suns They step until they get done by the expect The Guns to come out Murder Route I’m telling you All to hell with glue in the stew of drugs I got plugged up thugs With their snub noses Making poses I puts on designer clothes and I roll in The dough when I ready to spread I like a Mac 10
All cheese is plasticine You glue Murder crew After I light I never fight but they ignite fights And it’s not all right I got Dragon Breath With the name that instill the flame to be the aim I clock this slain MCs Like breeze They need to ease up And get fucked in the butt Until I diseased with what’s what I like Pasta Chill and smoke in armchair You best beware Of the boy no toy I got employed by the void To stay in the coin I foiled Lore women galore But I kept the true as bet Snore on bitches Ain’t no hitch in this With Mixtures of step I’m too well trained and I X Out then name of the blamed ones With Guns you sum from when you pull one YO! MCs can’t flow and at the show I billfold cold with the cold rolled steel Just counting cash My next meal is the spent feel For relapse
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Sniffin’ powders All allowed thirst From around burst Come the cloud and worst I made 8 and 9 steps Cold Curl With Wu Tang Skill I’m ill Don’t bite my shit you fill I sight to see them still fight Ignite the fight will Until tonight I dice up twice I eat beans and rice Take this vice lord’s advice Smoke a lot of Ganja real nice With the sword I press record I been bored Kickin’ back Chillin’ on tracks Fillin’ Release will in the to bill little children I make my mind still then Go in I service I tend to work murderers into worthless You could hurt tricks Burst a 33rd and flirt with slips Duck and dive roll collide I step inside And kill turn the tides Real fuckin’ ill And you like it Still until the heights Of Psychedelic You punk ass mark trick
We grew up with the gang heat A gang sweet Until you meet the bullet Pull it back to cap Wool hit this rap track is black steel In the hour of chaos I spit you the made man sauce For boss to play cross it up Like a Ganja strain A in class maintain brain Sill in slain in the days when The playbook shook your ass People forget fast We burn in To learn in school Learn the rule Pack a tool and shoot up fools Cool is the gat Bullet like that right maximum stun They neighbors call the cops from Behaviors of kids Like this I smoked lids of grass Haulin’ ass from the task I master I hasta fast forward Then back toward the raps award winning Beginning spinning plate I date a nice iced out chick Who suck my dick I love that shit
We clock the P lock On every G lock Torture scorch your Earth For worth the gun burst Dies of thirst shit hurts The pain insane Switch lane with some Cocaine I lit it stoke flame No he didn’t! I fin to kill shit Lightning quick Right this I rip a J laced with blades Rap plays in the background Chip in for the sack now Or you can bow down I fit the Crown on a Wizard To give digits to midgets I frigid cold bold All Soul professional My set we pull into the hex real slow You burn slow from the pain Like this with a flight risk I tight twist the lock excite chicks With the stalk of a big Ganja bush Tree Fools try to murder me So I liken this key to rhyme B Still in tight with the P
I need my heart to sing Been sober 20 years Fuck beers we hit Ganja And caught a hard wing So the song blow in the breeze Lightning on skis I rock diseased peoples Sequels is the feeble dumb stupid one On a loop bitch Then you hum My mind went numb From Psilocybin Mushrooms I got crushed in small rooms Sweep up the dust with the broom Clean your scene like a dream I rock a tie dye sheen like ice dry On the lean My dice fly I slice the pie And don’t even have to try You denied you hide But all glide through See all blue raps anew Like my crew says Flavor spreads over danger bled this A favor intend to lifesaver I behavior Modification see yah later skater
All the homies fiend on that nitrate While I hydrate I say play your claim your fame for the name of War I core to it work em screw in the head all they dead My polite demeanor comes off how you seen and heard I’m a bird the 33rd I don’t want to wreck nerve and serve Game and Exclaim how Set rewrite the name of Heaven Except for brethren I expect the best less you came in flame I aim to blood stain all the fools who remain in the lane I maim and kill license to ill hype installed with the type Of swipe for the hard to guard I scarred and disbarred From law for all I saw it all I broke your jaw And commanded the standard until it’s a draw It’s your man heard of brawl I tight same tore up again They suck and then they dead I’m well fed And maintain for all who bled I represent the service to swerve on this I fluid Rip right through it I true kids up and luck has it I magic Dragon with the tag in I lag been up to what I been I stuck you around the pound and you hit the ground I don’t want to hear a fucking sound
All that class ring I love Ginseng My speed thing is wing I bring a team play to relay all the herbs I curvature server Iced out murderer Rollin’ the dice And everyone head of yah I turn it one sum up for the burn up to come from Something Sun ray like this on Hay I used to strike this I hype twitch my ball is all scrawled in red you dead While I said I hit the federal limit Gimme it the gimmick that set your bitch intend To fully Herbalize I seen murder flies on small butterflies I despise the ice twice cut for nice to keep your mouth shut You ruined Didn’t do it I shoe fit Wear it To tear it Bare it all naked And wear the ring that’s sacred I make it sting Burn in the thing I swing
Too much crank For a bullet length I shank fools In the tank with tools I stay cool in school And fools act up Back up The track cut The ass shut The task bucked I last with luck I struck You fucked I service pluck To fertile ground All around Ganja Plants Let’s Dance! Release the chance you need It’s difficult to hook up Weed I shook up Deceived by the took a cut For indeed My speed isn’t the vision For the live in The children get killed when they see it Just be it To feed it you pay heed trip The scene is sick You get busted in the lip
Herb maps Perhaps this word stacks Unheard of to the max I serve funds Under one done it Stun it and from hits They sky plummet I Sun ray lit The gun play itch Like a cinch to fluid win to it Do it screw it in Fools attend to who gone win I food long bend the mend With an A pretend to slay But any way I extend to duel gone way Hardcore to guard more My garden for Ganja And other herbs Word I love the spice Small Organic Farms the device That crews thrive on The live song Float on and smoke a bong I’m happy to make you glass pipes As long as they’re nice I don’t like making spoons all day Everyone needs a pipe or two All crews roll in the Hay And it’s a beautiful day
A Gangster Hands crew the ran through drew On school hit fools up Word is luck like a tucked one type from it to gun it I one hit wonder bit the Summer flipped To stun it under Dip in the comfort of slip I thunder lit What once was bit is now fit like glove I rub A dub sack folded flack come back black I service hack I murder max with the furniture in the fact I kick it Sick with it The skill I’m ill I got a top bill to rock until the Sun come up You run from monster truck I don’t duck I pluck A fool got his nuts crushed in the bum rush I hurt you till dust Just serve crew with lust on the burn through I cussed and yelled at a bitch who switch You could tell I itch my shit like a bell ring Nice to be in the thing I ring I bring my drink to think what’s pink I wear a mink and brink of leading the feeding link In the indeed spin the ink on the sheet Write this white with the color All soldier love born in true blood torn Like slew drug worn on the morning Sun We gun
Understand guns Till someone busts your lungs with smoke Choke thick on it wrote the dis dog gone it flip Trippers with wise word is up to heard of duck truck on the ice Slice the mic short to report on sort of score the core Was War I soar and fly in my eye I get high on Aqua My block turned to learn the shock burned through the turn And twist step rep with blades and in check they stayed How I pray Techs and AKs amaze I sold Gold for days I cold rolled with the maze I fold ways and means In ice cream dream for the team what it seem like? I beam hypes up to see light cut the Tree on mic device shut Out the route for they doubt I run shout out clout for the how that sound grounded And down to Earth rounded since birth I thirst for ones and sums I numb like I’m from I rung All day long just chillin’ with my bongs I roll on I sold gong for wrong I hit three prong and feast on lead dawn proceed To blow Weed Herb Ganja indeed People hear about bomber and a lawn chair Chill on Grass with the latch lifted I sifted through the guitar riffs did the skid on gifted Trick kids into thinking I’m stinking of cess when it’s the best I flame up the rest and stay abreast of current events Spent invent the tense left it spread and headed for dead they bled In federal crime like several of rhyme I mind the time all the time I’m a crime felon and my shit is hidden or I dissin’ you crew Just listen
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Off a burner soul searcher I get tortured Pain Flames up in names that brain’s lit Permanent I swerve and bet check the Sets I get a next call to follow hollow bones shown clones of Ganja My bomb was sewn by a farmer who grown the Herb for Decades word I flip the Bird at any nerd who try to smother lover of the verb Smokin’ a fire soakin’ wet retire and poked in the X to stoke what comes next You a joke I reflex hit up sacks of Ganja Black that fire I admire Hex all the liars and bets cheaters murderers criminals The Ganja seed was plural World owned by blown Mex is nice I roll a dice on some Sativa from the G burn all P popped and cheese copped I’m tired of wired Ganja is the higher flame with Ganja aim I wrote this to explain I exclaimed that Ganja wrecks streets word to the beat I heard to this bleep Out the cuss words Murder nerves on the Set rollin’ jet out the place like shoe laced Tied up disgraced lie but for sake of Ganja I’m on one for a long Sun Ray To sum up everyone needs to smoke the blunts, the fire and retire Street Thugs was the designer
My name Gold Tooth Rasta Irie Admiring a fire I caught fire when I smoke to get higher All the Ganja an all nighter I light up my lighter Get excited burn On one learn The turn it takes makes life Great Again A Soldier mend Anyone tend to end I got the friend who grow so I know how to grow too I light this in the Noon and spark like a ballon I float higher Mine and yours herb for times with Wars Stirred all blind like tours through Europe I hit Amsterdam and jam on some fine Hashish Gold Teeth Rasta Smokes each kind offered I soft serve a flex caught blurred On Sets My Mexican hookup got the Dank Sativa bank on that Rolled in Fat Cat stacks of Herb Word you Murdered furthered hurt up and burned buds later skater I Mic up all the haters Never tasted her Ganja Herb
Alight With the fresh Nikes Ganja likes my mics mellow Say hello to all the crowd Who got the pounds of herb? Don’t murder for it! Tell your government you love it And how it’s peaceful A deceased crew got at least a few cranks Blanks shot a lot from Ganja Pot Herb Word It doesn’t burn the nerves It relaxes helps with pain I like black strap molasses with the Grasses Herbs Ganja All hail the farmers who caught Word A plural of variety to spice no ice on the recline just Ganja Herb no crime Relax rewind All the blind can see! Is this Rastafarian? I light the blessing Suggesting some grow tips for my own kids Children all are my own I plant a clone of Fire Admire the more higher I get the more the War Wet Appetite for Ganja Might exceed the threat Everyone packs some guns or something From one thing to the next On Ganja we never flexed Relax steps to the rhythm Jah Blessing
So you want to cap some Meth! Light up the fire to see inside yourself be Ganja I used to farm it With the charm lit Rose and Frozen I cap ice like chosen to blows in the Wind Then it’s time for Crack Cocaine Further explain the name and why Ganja flame I light up with the right stuff to my name All souls aim Shoulder the pain Burden Of hard working Searching the Land for Brands Like Sativas is planned Beam yah up You need to get struck twice To understand the dice rolling On ice folding up Fold been tucked in so where to begin I began with Ganja My herb I hit it to get turned Like Christmas Santa brought the manner Of Star Spangled Banner All the forefathers smoked Ganja Life Liberty and Happiness And they back on the fence Speaking tense Get your Ganja herb and rinse off Shower Power in the Water and soften
With the 8 moon steps I reflect back upon The song I sang Birdie on Black! Learned all the keys in fact I sing on trees Like a songbird A reggae song word to the Herb Fire Get higher Off the tunes The room swept clean by Ganja Lean Beaming with Love and Peace They don’t like the Fire the Charras With cursive writing I’m on a Fire Reggae display Every day we Fire No more wire ever again I got a medical healing blend Just for intent I invent new rhythm My best friend made the clay Rasta Pipe! I ignite Fire inside when my glass broke I smoke signal the criminal I got on the line Who never smoked Kind They are blind From behind they come To rhyme they all designed for crime Such a bad vibe I wipe off the type soft On Ganja Recline! Peace and Love from Rastafari Irie!
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Slippin’ off to Waterville again You better then to make Cash Or drink a glass of the aqua All talk stop I rocked the trip cocked back and flipped On a little kid Who isn’t licensed to bid they slid in I take ten minutes to reflect on the bitch ass Servin’ fast We sell blood Plasma And all that has to happen is you get capped then I max ends off the bent I center entered with the spread tender I flex on fools back at their school Global Rule All is cool in school If you don’t fuel You catch the tool From the back usually They master see to Caps that flee I hasta be the best Or I get hit in the chest they flex I respect anyone who steps practice To match this you need decades Blades ain’t made in the shade
We kick it with the Boy From South Central LA Named Jason It takes place in the Hollywood Hills My mind kills now Over the airwaves how Me and Jase smoked the Herb Unlaced Nowadays we chase the freebase around the block But I got the murderous stalk So I screech chalk And call the War off Jase got torn by War I saw the core Been born then All the blend of Herbs and Spice Legal to the icicle My mic does pull When I wool I cap a null and void Avoid the ploy Boy I can’t see how you can avoid The Boy did this while toys slid in The farmed men Been up in arms then I celebrate and skate on ice Make my hands nice Magic With the baggage handlers you could brandish yours I been on tours I score the floor seats This War reeks of rotten blood and guts Plus with all the sluts
Me and the homies need a Reefer Connect We sick of the disrespect Of the Street We get heat Everyone meet us at the dust spot We like, Yo! What you got? The block got hot So I got shot at Roll gats in asscracks and it’s like that Mold your fat ass My soul just passed through The last crew who knew We just blew Rhyme and this to the T MCs flee when they see me I be OG Cap a ski and P nut Licensed in the cut To score the shut out When it comes down to route We got some doubt Yep. I lived in the small farm town Where all around there’s one corner On one block They busted both Glocks Now all the stock rose and shocked The drop got you popped on these streets I walked
These cold streets is watchin’ Put another notch in your belt for the top ten My shock end the stock vehicle Peeled disease off the World In this curled Wu Tang Who dropped the real slang mang? I got the English Language sang Rang the thang and release tracks that come back Without tax I max a stack For the black dark uncharted darted through Watched this crew blew Into the stew everyone flew I said Guess Who! Yep you knew whose shoe is on which foot I full of soot ash Burned the stash My lungs Gold Cash The murder last as long as my ass strong I blast To the task I got the raps you hit bong relax No sweat I route out a Tech it’s the task I got respect but I cold collect OG with these rhyme raps With Wu Tang Key Plus heavy duty Mushroom Everyone bum rush too soon Like a spoon of Cocaine You can call it anything man A soldier sank in the tank And smoked dank herb till they bird
Your coffee soft heat Rock sheets of LSD That ain’t me but I plan it to fans with the hit records I catch hipsters in seconds With this check wreck it The Tech always lit The AK stay in the lane I shot with brain on Psychedelic Maintain All they claim hipster fame What’s right is the insight on Ganja all night I take a night flight And sight the lyric truth you drink a beer and hit I near miss? Hell no! My snakes hiss you get dissed A little hippy trick needs a lift I got a little crackhead a gift I seek to riff I shot it flip the stock rose to the top In the market I darken it to stark naked flake it off Bake you’re soft I hate your boss too Tell him Fuck You Sum your tongue up in one language cuss word English extinguish The flame and the lane ends in The insane in the brain Strain of Ganja We smoke it and get the hard pull on the Set with no flex Plus I rub backwards with my AK-47 I’m a Veteran
Pull up and check your hit Don’t wreck your hit Light up a lot of spliffs Catch riffs on instruments that trips I light this Don’t fight this I ignite this for Rasta Irie I tire of seeing the treeless I need a festival of Ganja All around the ground steady to shake real heavy Get the head heat the deadbeat Relax your seat and meet and greet everyone For fun I shine Sun on a gun I don’t like gun threats We roll and Rolex whack sets Come off crisp inspect the set I’m fresh so I def with the X clip in the rest to dip I’m telling you You sound like a fool You’re not cool You need Ganja school
I’m about to order The sort to real core true as the twist dance blew The answer was the advanced burn of the Joint on Point I clock a coin flip that tight stick in the bite trip off me I got a lot of trip and Ganja to come off clean on the scene I fought it to caught it till they raw clipped the saw the product standstill You’re brand is ill I tight kill polite fill insight till I right with will In Mics I drill into contact with rap if someone pulls a gat It’s like that I come right back with the tack I master has to cap your ass to death I got the Dragon’s Breath
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Hollywood
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Smoke a joint Practice Dragon and Monkey Dance I’ve proven myself in combat So I’m on capped with Platinum to trip and relax with some Exotic styles I compiled from the annals of boxing My rock swing I shock the thing A lot to crown you king I want to see you dance With fighting techniques Beyond belief I chief of the system Of Dragon and Crane I watered the lane My mastery slay in the brains I stay in lanes then swerve until I can’t explain it’s word Catch a bird who wraps Or perhaps Shaolin for the monks We don’t take punks You need blood We like that brown down mud I chill and suffer rougher I like to smoke Bud Ganja rub Tax the blood for caps that study maps All money intact with the facts that run heat with the gats
Fully relaxed at the rap fest My bomb infects raps that suggest the flex I wrecks crews with blue on their shoe Cause they new I crew release brew off the stew I so cool I fool with the World turned backward Score a sack toward Sword Core release busted sheets on LSD Smoke a lot of trees like Jesus Best believe this I write a thesis That beach trippers dip in waves to see this remix I got the beam that adjust To the bust off lust for just to turn to dust I just thrust I cussed out a bitch for stitching up kittens Wearing mittens and sitting pretty in the distance I fist up my wrists cut I stick truck with the lit ducks on the ruckus Bring it I sing it out loud Shout down towards the crowd To the floor they bow They understand how I could get so great Cheese and later I fade your hits out To flicks martial arts hard to fully scope Till I broke and wrote some shit My mind is fully lit Lots of Drugs and Trip
I pay respects to the Tech I slept with in bed Staying up all night until the next early light and them some My friend dead from the drugs that thugs pull off I roll cause havoc to manage damage it’s savage To have it your way in the doorway The psychedelic swings the door and tore away the horror Once you seen it you in tune with trip let beans slip Martial fit with the hit up so you could sit up and get up Don’t let up pump the set up like this lead duck The head struck with bullet You could pull it back and shoot but you gonna get it I spreaded the raps deaded up let it shut the door and core For before people went to War they score Some Ginseng roll and roll right wing I tight the thing My lyrics might sting I come with Wings I sings this track feeling in black revealing the tax For healing I max the dealing I clack back the shit and blast For feelings that last all you seen was your ass
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Hollywood
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I hit a soul’s weight Relax straight Spin a plate and everyone dance I got advanced martial and I dance Hard to pull off the chance For a Yard full I card your ass you know Sniff blow I reach the toe up limit of gimmick I flip it And rinse it mince it dice it all cut it up and twice shut the duck This ice got shut truck steady Rope ready for the head heat To deadbeat I said street Was the truth complete Ruthless seat On the fruit for sweet I broke a tooth On the roof I seen it I smoke bean hit the cleanest I’m the meanest savage to ravage I got cabbage and I plan damage
All the old masters died You could hide inside I’m glad I took the ride I’m the Master Now! I reverse cow leap A cow heap pie sprouts Psilocybin Shrooms Seeing these keys in these rooms led to Mastery I fast to ski pole up a bleed fold up the seed with speed Methamphetamine I likeness to cream smoking beams off jelly gas Release in a flash the Murder Master With caps to stack yah up This Murder Duck A fleet struck Same as stuck in the bleed you luck I don’t give a fuck Go service in the cut To hit some relish Embellished in the fell with split Tell that hit Mixmaster flip The dipper
Herbs A murderer served with the curvature To burn right through Hurtin’ yah Curtains for your kick back lifestyle Soul child I fiend to profile for mean green Ganja so I could smile I pack a pile of stacks Shoulder high to the tanks We got the rank to stank up the place I seen a fighter ace get no place In stasis The basis was to make shit great Inside our own brains We strike strikes in bowling lanes the type To hype up but I wipe shut on stone ace The Ganja Cut a stoned place My stoned face looks like I make Miles of profiles For the Gold and while I’ll file in line I chill stylin’ Smile then all the while been Actin’ your friend We could send the key right up to G for a fee We could wax free make it max And ski pale in the whale Make it fish tail All they stale We could cold rail While everyone else fail Move at the pace of a snail All we gotta do is inhale
Lit Rap! 35th 36th Mix that Git back Or you risk jacked ass Fast to skid Blast that kid No matter what he did He did it big Took a swig Run that shit Bum some hits of a cig Total nig Release the trig Cold greased pig Now busted lip Scheming Beaming at the hip With the full clip A Soldier missed Florida Keys of Coca We smoke up Broke sho nuff Roast your whole butt On the spit We be rotating it Like most aim we sick Flesh eaters Death deadly Flow the medley Head speed indeed yours Feed four legged beasts To bleed for more Wars
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Hollywood
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High Bids Lit up the E-Cigarette I jet up the block for Ganja Stalk To put it in so I could Walk Proper Don’t stop I popped them in Florida Snortin’ Reportin’ back from space the Ace With Meth in the lean the taste was clean Death did seem fresh What happened to the Dead Kids?
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Hollywood
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The Cops cracked down My wraparound sound When I put the Crack down Toned down my Glock 9 Pound The hound dog bullets Was fully in it to win it Some people gifted with drugs Written plugs Thugs off that snuff Raw They busted a jaw When all they saw was War I scored a pouring rain Insane way in the big league Games with Flames James
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Hollywood
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I burned an 8 off the flag Sun and Water Heart Sings Ganja Wings Tighten things up And loosen The gang truce maintain Still to this day I got a brain that rolls right down the way At the spot the A Tre off some pot Reefer caught Neither not Magic Until you bought and Managed The brain scan Your flight did land
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