| Smoke this blunt | |
| Yo, everybody grab a seat, welcome to SmokeFest '99 | |
| I'm glad you all could make it | |
| As you can see admission was free this SmokeFest this year | |
| All the ****** you see is free, but the blunts cost sixty bucks, baby | |
| CaTashTraphe , I shoot it through, dipped in twenty-four karats | |
| If y'all ******s don't feel me, then I blame it on your parents | |
| 'Cuz Tash ****** it up, don't twist it up wit luck | |
| My style is cold like I bought it off the ice cream truck | |
| Listen here, Tash be cra************n' ******s wit my beer | |
| Tash be partied down as ****** swingin' off the chandelier | |
| Tash be here, Tash be there | |
| Tash be everywhere it's poppin' | |
| I'm here to let you know ******' wit me is not an option | |
| 'Cuz Tash is my name, Tash'll start it wit a bang | |
| Tash'll end it wit a, that's not the same thing | |
| Tash'll split your frame, Tash swings like gold chains | |
| I be rollin' wit King T, and we all in the same game | |
| But enough about CaTash, let's talk about some skrill | |
| You know it's bout to pop if Likwit Crew is on the bill | |
| You can ask my ****** Phil how real this is, the ****** | |
| SmokeFest '99 burn something to the beat | |
| Damn man, y'all came all the way from where, man? | |
| "All the way from Mobile, Alabama" | |
| (Smoke, SmokeFest time) | |
| Oh yeah, you got sixty bucks for a blunt? | |
| "Yessir, we came to smoke some blunts wit you baby" | |
| I was lookin' to get my skull blowed up like Kid Dynamtie, the time is right | |
| Be ridin' the track so fiercely that it seems that I'm already high tonight | |
| But I'm not though just on them Black & Mild ones | |
| And people thinkin' I'm the wild one 'cuz I be flippin' | |
| And rippin' the track and verbally attackin' on yo' style for fun | |
| Higher soul but to please myself I gotta be composin' that fly ************t | |
| And you notifying Alkaholiks daily | |
| So punk mother****** you better duck ************ | |
| What do you need boy, rap and some my boys are still in the trap | |
| I mean the **** spot, but the slangin' got my snappin' like the rope hot | |
| I can be the player you wanna bust wit | |
| Or ****** you don't even wanna go ****** wit | |
| Or nup wit, you suck ************, so why you all up on my nuts quick | |
| I hold the microphone and that's wit a vice grip, really tightly | |
| And I'm keepin the words crystal clear | |
| So you gon' correct when you try to bite thee | |
| Very nicely, Aquemini my ******, not a Pisces | |
| But I likely, gon' fetch a sack of that green stuff | |
| While I write G, yeah yeah right | |
| Hard life, now picture this | |
| A ****** in jail, rappin' while his folk in the next cell | |
| Tappin' wit some spoons, we do rank the boom boom | |
| Fresh off a planet wit sand dunes and maroon moons | |
| Soakin' wet wounds, titty tanglin' tunes | |
| Musty under arms, soul shlong charm | |
| Bump off in the drums, rhythm on the one | |
| Stankonious under smellin' where I'm comin' from son | |
| The day you bone is when you start to die | |
| The time in between us will mean the most, I toast my high | |
| ************t gets so bad, I know it make you wanna cry | |
| But suck it up, button up, go ahead and do your thing | |
| For I'm already high | |
| Smoke, SmokeFest time | |
| Yo yo yo, whenever I'm writing, you can call me Philly Titan | |
| Reciting to you an interview like Phil Donahue | |
| Me and my crew, translate Los Angeles, scandalous, like Watergate | |
| Phil on the break, Phil on the break | |
| Phil fill in the blank, it feels bad like gettin' shanked | |
| Fill out your taxes, I'm writin' exact on my axis | |
| From my head down to my Air Max's, Phil waxes and relaxs | |
| Phil also fills up mental food up in your gully basket | |
| My name is Jason when I fill out my application | |
| To the nation, ******s is gonna get in filled what they facin' | |
| Phil feel the ration, Phil feel the adrenaline | |
| I penetrate like penicillin, ******s be like "Phil is illin'!" | |
| Phil is willin' and ready, Phil is Raw like Eddie | |
| Phil be cuttin up like machetes and confetti | |
| Deadly, Phil feel the pain when I walk through the rain | |
| ******s be like "He sayin Phil again, Phil again, Phil again" | |
| Smoke, SmokeFest time | |
| Hey hey hey | |
| Peace rap world, I'd like to make a special announcement right about now | |
| We have a special guest that just stepped in the house | |
| You know this man, he the smokiest cat in rap music | |
| He goes by the name of the Doctor Greenthumb, smoke 'em out | |
| Now I be, rollin' and smokin' and holdin the golden sack | |
| When my lungs be gettin' swollen, hittin' the bong foldin' | |
| For chronic ironic, growin' the hydroponic | |
| We got it, robotic hits you on melodic tricks of sonic | |
| SmokeFest, expandin' your chest | |
| Buddha bless best, for you to step back | |
| 'Cuz your lyrics are like cess ******, yes indeed | |
| The session you need to retrieve it | |
| It's ten ******s in a circle smokin' a spliff, believe it, retrieve it | |
| Over the counter, can you conceive it | |
| I give you Doctor Greenthumb digits, but don't repeat it | |
| The Brew Crew and the Buddah Masters together | |
| Gettin' you higher and ******' you up that much faster | |
| Zig Zags, blunt leafs, pipes and bong-bowls | |
| All be gettin' smoked at the Buddha head shows | |
| Excuse me, if it seems too complicated | |
| The herb I hold is platinum while yours is nickel plated | |
| Let me mash out, I'm breakin' the stash out, the hash out | |
| I roll into the studio and smoke my ****** Tash out | |
| (Smoke, SmokeFest time) | |
| Wit that Doctor Greenthumb ************t, know what I mean? | |
| Smoke, SmokeFest time |
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