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Smokefest 1999

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  • 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
  • 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