Smokefest 1999

Smoke this blunt Yo, everybody grab a seat, welcome to Smoke Fest '99 I'm glad you all could make it As you can see admission was free this Smoke Fest this year All the weed you see is free, but the blunts cost sixty bucks baby (Sixty bucks?) CaTashTraphe, I shoot it through, dipped in twenty-four karats If why'all niggas don't feel me, then I blame it on your parents 'Cause Tash fuck it up, don't twist it up wit luck My style is cold like I bought it off the icecream truck Listen here, Tash be crashin niggas wit my beer Tash be partied down as fuck swingin' off the chandelier Tash be here, Tash be there Tash be everywhere it's poppin' I'm here to let you know fuckin' wit me's not an option 'cause 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 nigga Phil how real this is, the weed Smoke Fest '99 burn something to the beat Yeah yeah yeah 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 I'm already high tonight But I'm not though I'm just on them Black & Mild's And people thinkin' I'm the wild one 'cause I be flipping And rippin' the track and verbally attacking on yo' style for fun Higher soul but to please myself I gotta be composing that fly shit And you notifying Alkaholiks daily So punk mufucker you better dub bitch What do you need boy, rap and some my boys are still in the trap I mean the dope spot, but the slanging got my snapping like the rope hot I can be the player you want to bust wit Or nigga you don't even want to go fuck wit Or nup with, you suck dick, so why y'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 nigga, not a Pisces But I likely, gon' fetch a sack of that green stuff While I write G, yeah yeah right Yeah, check this out yeah Hard life, now picture this A nigga in jail, rapping while his folk in the next cell Tapping wit some spoons, we do rank the boom boom Fresh off a planet wit sand dunes and maroon moons Soaking wet wounds, titty tangling tunes Musty under arms, soul shlong charm Bump off in the drums, rhythm on the one Stankonious under smelling where I'm coming 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 See shit gets so bad, I know it make you want to cry But suck it up, buck it up, go ahead and do your thing For I'm already high 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 Fill in the blank, it feels bad like getting shanked File up your taxes, I'm writing 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 deadly baskets My name is Jason when I fill out my application To the nation, niggas is gonna get in filled what they facin' Feel the ration, feel the adrenaline I penetrate like penicillin, niggas be like "Phil is illin!" Phil is willin and ready Phil is raw like Eddie Phil be cuttin up like machetes and confetti Deadly, feel the pain when I walk through the rain Niggas be like "He saying Phil again, Phil again, Phil again" 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, rolling and smoking And holding the golden sack When my lungs be getting swollen, hitting the bong folding For chronic ironic, growing the hydroponic We got it, robotic hits you on melodic tricks of sonic Smoke Fest, expanding your chest Buddah bless best, for you to step back 'cause your lyrics are like cess weed Yes indeed, the session you need to retrieve it It's ten niggas in a circle smoking 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 Getting you higher and fucking you up that much faster Six sacks, blunt leafs, pipes and bong-bowls All be getting smoked at the Buddah 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'm rollin' to the studio to smoke my nigga Tash out Wit that Doctor Greenthumb shit, know what I mean?