High;)

We get high while we smoking marijuana

watch the sun rise in pajamas smokin ganga

im sharin all my medicine im feelin fuckin excellent

lightin up a spliff playin super saga genesis

dizzy like a trippy hippy smokin on that sticky icky

gettin really silly while we bumpin to some Biggie

judgin like you judy roll another scoobie doobie

yabada doo smokin Yabba Dabba Goo

ashes on my sneakers rollin weed up at my leisure

bumpin wiz kalhifa peyton manning with the reefer

cuz i puff puff pass the weed to my recievers

this potent got me floatin like im coastin in the ocean

newtons law of motion while we keep the blunts roastin when I smoke this,

oh shit, mind like an ocean, high like I'm fearing the sky, spirit in motion,

fly like I'm nearing sublime, feeling precocious, time after time,

divine lyrical potion. I'm mastering the spoken word one toke at a time,

I have to bring the flow give in to focusing minds, disaster isn't kosher

when your broken inside, hoping to find a way to escape pain,

OPEN the third eye!! the mystery is written in the history,

the shift that we predict to see is fit to be the victory we wish to be

the fix to these ridiculous conniptions which depict disease

and trick the people into fricken evil leaving them to bleed!

It fazes me every time that i play this melody

smoking is a crime but i pay no penalty

and all these commenters who then cannot see

that I’m the pedigree bringing out the best in me

and outdoing them in every single attribute

verses to the most extreme levels of magnitude

perhaps it’s my persistence or my attitude

that makes me drop these bombs like bin laden could

Higher than seven forty sevens jumbo jets

Higher than the clouds where there are no nets

to stop us. Soon as I enter straight onto a bong

exchange it for a mic and write a great song

Passing the green chop around laughing

shitting ourselves while we coughing and puffing

stuffing ourselves with doritos and oreos

licking them inside out like they were horny hoes

purple kush orange kush pineapple express

no bud at a sesh is ever left in excess

smoking and drinking and drinking and smoking

burning and pulling and holding and choking

but not just cones, we pulling one or two Gs

burning through them like shots from uzis

and yet I’m still able to write these fat lyrics

remaining more bitter than a warm corona beer is

it’s clearest the notion that I hold bud the dearest

but i freak out when i find: at home i left my clearies

every line spat quicker than a smith and wesson

everything written in the length of a lesson

This ability is within us you all just gotta find it

Listen to me, of old school you should be reminded

A way of life pervaded in our spirituality

it’s a skill locked away inside our humanity

new artists say they’re better like nah you cannot be

Incorporate the old in verses like a new side of me

high like I'm floating in the sky my third eye is open

hoping to find a good omen, cause i got the potion

moving slow motion living life faded pupils dilated

mind sense degraded since you invaded

guess it was fated your so over-rated

and let it be stated it cant be debated.