Get Lifted

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