Yeah let's turn over a new leaf.
Take some bomb ass bud, and
combine it with some keef.
What a relief.
I think I see the budman rollin
up the street.
Got the sticky icky that'll knock
you off your feet.
I do believe...
That it's time to retrieve that
potent stinky friend that I want to
breath in and breath out.
I know you all be knowin' what I'm
talkin about...
But hear me out.
This ain't your grandpa's medicine.
We don't fukk around, this stuff is
meant to leave an impression.
Not to mention that you gonna have
to... crawl away.
I tried to warn ya son, this fukkin bud
don't play,
And now tomorrow's today.
I hope that you'll be o.k.
The lesson learned, skip a
turn when you burn a big fat J.

Don't smoke so much you fade out.
That's not what this movements about.
We don't use drugs, we don't abuse bud,
we just like to live high like a flying bird does,
So pass me another Guinness Stout.

Let's turn this hip hop party out.

I have faith that you'll join this belief.
Got people slingin' mud, instigating a beef.
Let's keep this brief.
It's the crooked politician that caused
Mary's defeat.
Just like Tricky Dicky, they all practice
deceit.
I do perceive...
That it's time to relieve... These rodents
stinking up the places we try to breath in,
while going without.
This administrations what I'm talkin' about.
corrupt throughout.
Just like Thomas Edison.
The Illuminati clown, that stole from Tesla
to further our oppression.
Contributing to depression, we gotta make
these tyrants... go away.
I'm dropping bombs today.
My lyrical ability on display.
The lesson learned, this court adjourned,
I hope you have a stoney day.

Don't smoke so much you fade out.
That's not what this movements about.
We don't use drugs, we don't abuse bud,
we just like to live high like a flying bird does,
So pass me another Guinness Stout.
Let's turn this Hip Hop party out!

I got more, there's no need to pout.
We'll turn this hip hop party out.

Written by: Michael W. Taylor
June 2nd 2024 ©
© Michael W. Taylor