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Intro
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verse:
Marigold's drenched off the marathon mist
Aragon's pissed since the calgary gone challenged wrong sets
galloped on towards the palindrome fence
then half the squad had engulfed in a phantom bon-fuego
blasted on fellow enemies heavily accompanied
marching down with thoughts to pound the bastard's own shit
I doubt they'd fathom the consequence, what if Plan A implodes
and the savages gone skitzo, world of glass shattered off strong
cannon ball hits thrown, jabber jaw's straight torn, banter's stomped
Valor's gone and'll just stay lost, I bake moss get high enough to take off
straight towards grey clouds away far and stay lost
scrape all the grinder top's keef that's caked up, mix it with the haze
Bong or 'Gar that up torch and stay way off the radar
wish there was a dimensional travel agent I can pay off
transcendental vacation, I'm Mr. Griswold with a big wad of green yard
I been copped from some relative from a real Marley
so we gettin stoned, easyriders with no harleys
adlibs
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Verse:
Frankenstonious
Half Cuban Half Sasquatch, jab putas like Zab Judah
watch how this fool'll drop hard as cops watch
gars torched, puff on that Brock Lesnar have you droppin punks
that's tryina front like store window models, aint cool with ya style hoe
full figure four hold fumbling your iron towards the cold floor
but what you wanna brawl for though? We straight gargoyles, stoned.
fond of flowing hard as concrete thrown around in storms
so how you gonna not be torn inside a cyclone of psychos
just going beyond brolic, be forewarned you whores are sure to be ruined
tryin'a move as a druid, without knowing it's true sense
knowledge is lost with you crews of losers thinking you in movies
shit gone flop in the box office, how many pussies will you see
tryin'a be mobsters when their squadron's more soft than a cutie's
chunky smooth peach, that's plumped up and oozing
jumped up to be brutally beaten into a condition viewed as closer
to death than those in a terminal unit, immersed in the music
while mercifully doing what Berkowitz would if he was here
in person and moody, jerk if he's boozed up, too drunk
hurtin a few fucks, burnin a few watch as I burn a few blunts
no fuss with the looney, Lotney knows what's a true Goonie
Fuck what you provin, you chumps nothing but a platoon full of fucking
pure pussies..
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Prefer to sleep standing straight, in harsh weather
ain't none comparin', came to cause terror. Ramon Longfeather
Edmond Honda crushin small jettas, custom urn for your ashes
early 90's Paul Barer, ya'll lames get breakage like playsets
made from Kenner, Stoned Head Go-Getter
hate stress and being anxious, ganja makes me calm better
Steel Wings, Gundam Style, Cloud Drifter
I'm a Hard Sativa, ya'll some pointsettas
left them all bitter with the bars spit I'm fond of dissing you small jesters
Conquests done with odd methods gone denser
wrecking microphones left my palms blistered
off the head bust quicker than online stalking ya baby mom's pictures
it's the tall spic known to cause rifts between long time friends
just cause they can't decide who's more fond of his stuff
I'm usually rhyming cryptic, like symbolic scriptures that're apocalyptic
after the bars are finished, decyphering's done. Call the writtens
Ungodly visions, like harlots and harpies crept in the Hall of Mystics
Sodom & Gommora-esque Risquè Business, guardians left
the party commenced it's bout to get rowdy in this shit
pardon for all of this it's gonna get beyond explicit
Live performance of my songs for the vixens
encouraging a whole bunch to dance around topless and throw out
all inhibitions, the cute nude blonde in the pool obviously get's it
this instance. Proud of the sick shit, insist all to get lit with the
chemical party supply gifts that were given
Spit Bar Game Jeremy Piven heavily spittin a bevy of scrips
gettin your heads bented and twisted, my lungs brimming with resin
from so many spliffs I've ingested for the past 13 years
longer than some of ya'll have existed
OG Toker's Coalition, Chud Life South Side Soldiers up in this bitch
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Mi Casa, Su Casa
Picasso with Palabras
"On Point" with the hands but not so "Stigmata"
Muchacho got balls, talk bout to pop off like balas
chuck out navajas, buck 50 ya cara "Scarface" ya style now
Kraftwerk, Bambatta, Prince Vince Gallo surrounded by bad broads
that brawl like Gina Carano at a sauna
stank aroma of that fat dank ganja, damn brah..
I was supposed to stop with the chron fog and Colorodo goin' all out
Anxiety gottin me gettin green like '03 Eric Bana
DIY Tie dye bucket hat lookin like a psychedelic Tommy Bahama
I'll prolly holla atcha momma if she lookin proper with a nice behind,
right behind her. Aye Caramba. The hype is all pumped,
so now Que Pasa? Ghostbusters lunchbox with mushrooms lids
and roots of ayahuasca, smoke roaches torchin up a couple cucarachas
Erm Mah God, ya'll burned the hard stuff
San Pedro Cactus, Magic Magic. Chilenos brought the fun-bus
Guajira with the long bong singing folk songs like a mantra
high as fuck, buzzin like I'm Mothra
tryin'a start somethin with a fuckin Kaiju Monster
Accept my offer
Are you sure sir?
I'm bound to form a supergroup with a Sasquatch
and El Chupacabra
Triple threat finna set your imminent death soon for all to watch us
flaunt with a lot of newly copped kitanas
the no holds barred brawl is on brah
Giants fall crushin hobbits, at the bottom missing arms
we call them fodder for the custom artists
they wanna reanimate corpses, like Dr. Frankenstein and his monster
dark walkers, howlin odd barks by the low income apartments
Trap Lords got the chopper by the hall just
in case some shit starts pops off
there's that option for the marxmen, black market auction off the heart
just ripped off of the goblin, dead look in my eyes like
"I'm a motherfuckin problem". Now who gone try and fuckin solve'em?
Suicide survivor, smilin at revolvers. Holes in my head
prove your contraption aint too awesome
Hats on like Blossom
saying "whoa" more than Joe and Keanu stumped by a hard one
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"Furious Styles" like Larry Fishburne
Boyz In the Hood showin out, scared of pictures
Paranormal Activity in El Barrio, share the spectres
Stare at mirrors, calling Bloody Mary or Candy Man
shit them tricks for kids cursed barely clever, Black Magicians
with the chickens spreadin feathers when their necks are gettin slit up
Botanica incense, Real South Floridians get the reference
Scene eerily switched turns, Larry and Penny park filled with relics
of blessed work, cemeteries the best turf
cleansing kits left for the unsuspecting innocent ones to get burned
unaware of the bad juju that gets stuck and it's difficult to unclutch the
possession. No Zoe Benson to uncharm your dilemma within seconds
Dating the daughter of a brujera isn't really recommended
no Wonder Steve is superstitious, writings on the wall
nice handstyles with the drips done, eye embedded in a pyramid
Mystic questions left them guessin with their temples sweatin
spittin cryptic spirit wisdom, use a oujia to get some future info from
apparitions, tokin cheeba to calm the nerves
while the conjuring commences in a messy kitchen
somewhere in a complex near the westchester district
Silence is requested. Supernatural guests can easily get offended
long candles for the saints lit flicker as the winds drift in
Forget what urban legend you think you heard, the shit's irrelevant
When the Real McCoy makes it's presense
you better hope it just never gets to any relatives,
or even better yet stay a vast distance from wherever you extend a step
Old World traditions secretly kept, show any knowledge on the subject
get insulted as someone who isn't in their best mental position
"oh they just need some bed rest at best". Whole world of skeptics
except the few with wisdom, as their interest can attest to the myth
bruh
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Los Occultistas de Buena Voluntad
Losing a grip on sanity, been a while stomped giving a shit for vanity
rest of them just imagine me sit then casually grab a blade clenched
then slash a cheek. Adds to the character he has to be
Garner a status of advanced mastery
at a vast black magic academy
then I had to leave, gradually.
Been ages since we last had a chance to speak,.
Amassed a savage family to uncannily combat the beasts
no one actually seen the champion leave
normally nomads'll roam lands to seek more clans that wish for
raw battling, the hold on the carnage leave all of them with torment
at their feet, soldiers torn ghastardly, chosen pure tragedy
ogres roar happily, no hope if your thoughts were on attack and leave
you're facing Shredder's boys plus Cobra Commander's fleet
we got Rambo unconscious in the back with a massive leak
Conan's skull filled with different strands of weed
this shit just cannot be
definite twisted fantasy, the difference is character names
had to be changed to protect the dignity of the victim's surviving family
claimed that the havoc was made cause I was having the baddest day
and they just happened to be a casualty
but actually the other half just had to pay
that's fuckin sad to say
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Flippin Clerks ('11)
01:48
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When it comes to the blunt brigade, you know them fucks insane
puffing haze thinking of illustrious ways just to fuck the game,
rape the industry mainly leaving each CEO not the same
dumping straight substances down the mainstream
fuck the fame, please..I wanna bump whats creative
not no some lame shit, straight tyranny, radio only playing what these
fake gimmicks bring, laughable rappers and shitty singers
bands with no talent, swear they swag with a bitchy image
stay gettin gigs, Real musicians turning in their graves spinning pissed
what's seen as artistry today's ridiculous
what a waste of an engineer, in a studio thankful he's getting paid
otherwise you couldn't get him to stay in there
sure hope this statement's clear, try bring on basic beef
you know you'll be facing danger here, cavaliers baking cherry flavored
spliffs, savouring the taste of it. Dames'll glare at my face and get
hasty feeling pasty wherever they just sit, anxious as they shake n shit
caballero make'em wince. Annihilating shit
faded off that hazy piff, Dead County Natives breaking dank upon
ya grave and twist some more major spliffs so they can hit
and think of shit beyond deranged to lace them with
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fuck your swag,
talk so much ya'll tongues should just be slashed
suffering suckers lackin this chud's panache
lovely dutchess you crushin on lusts for this chubby fucker's pizzazz
gave me a taste of the muff and just made such a splash
had to lick the plate up then staight up just dine in a rush and dash
try chop it up with you later, another time because infact
right now I'm stuck in a prior pact
I can't get out of this engagement even if I tried it bad
place was majorly disrespected by a chinaman, Big Lebowski shit
not the proper nomenclature but fuck it I'm really tired and
the sight of mad violent acts I kinda planned finally can
leave my head brutalized a bit, just need to sit in a quiet set
with a spliff of some fire shit and get my mind back
into enlightenment. Omar Ali wanna buy some crip
but I advise them that you'll get slacked if you if you the type of dick that's usually on a shiesty tip
if not then all's alrighty then, no need to hide the big cross joint
and pull out the ounce of snicklefritz for the lingerin kind of bitch
Chud Lifers get higher than death defying fighter jets,
and it's been a while been needed to have personally
stopped and quit, blood pressure is high
and blunts don't help out with the tar that drips,
but a relationship with Maryjane is just hard to depart with if
it's been everyday for more than a decade
now that's plain beyond a small obsession
crazy blunt hittin Chud trippin, up in space covering Sun Ra
and his archestra with martians jammin with orange amps
on some distorted sludge
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Intro sample
Verse:
I'm lifted burning herb heavily, buddah'd just to be buddah'd
Do it better than anybody you've ever seen do it
Chiefin on some haze that got a nice green to it
I guess every stoner needs his theme music..
No 1 man should have all that sour-D plus he mix the "weed with some
pure powder", "rolling dirties" like they don't fuck with showers
On my King Crimson, often steam piff shit, but this crippy looking
awfully ridiculous, got bout 5 dutches so don't offer me swishers
just tryin'a make the session last not have to chief quickly
pass to each passively stressless, camping's restricted
unless you part of the fam or atleast chipped in
an addict if leaves glisten, smoke more than cannons whose plans
was to leave victims, kind of a fiend with bud
starving unless he is buzzed, glutton for weed and blunts
burn more than tocrches in tiki huts
arbor arsonist scorching up trees and shrubs
get buddah'd and reclusive only out in streets just to re-up
make sure it all fits your plan, don't let these pricks know where to get
your stash, and if the shit goes down
Don't Let This Be Your Pitfall NOW
Go On and Destroy Clans like a
21st Century Schizoid Man
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