1. |
Homie Garden
05:06
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I know it’s hit or miss
Might pique your interest
Or keep you in your rest
Slumber deep, number sheep
To me it’s minty fresh
some gon’ smell that funk
I do my indie best, plenty stress, been a vet
Demos been floating ‘round the internet
before Tom set up his profile page
You don’t need to know my age
Wool See still an infant, unusually gifted
Growth, sprouting.. what you know about it?
Started with some seeds and a plan..
Kept the operation indoor just so the fucking pork don’t seize my plants
why your nose in my business?
This a lonely existence
Been focused on the mission
In the zone but I’m missing
All the homies I once had
Now I’m cloning something wishing it was different..
These are - the plants that I grew from plants that I grew
This Garden is where I spend all my time trying to share this with you
I made this for the homies, where y’all at?
But what I really want to be able to do is grow y’all..
Can I grow y’all?
Find me in the backyard chilling with a hoe..
I mean, I mean, I mean hilling with a hoe
I mean, I’m being dumb.. trying to be clever
Trying to inject a lil bit of humor in an otherwise sad,
and somewhat pathetic sentiment.. I want a homie garden
Like, I really want to grow you motherfuckers..
This that
Sit back
off a thick dab
and just laugh
How I”m sick at
same shit cats
can’t even grasp..
Y’all suck at this rap shit..
I should snatch your fan base but they can’t match my
Fam base
I’m not famous but they ride for me anyways
Hop on the bandwagon, while my plants bathing in the sun
Growing rampant
hook
I might put this out tomorrow and hear crickets respond,
Maybe a storms coming and this is the calm,
Maybe they stay asleep though, might bruise the ego..
I’m caught up in this game of likes and shares..
and the shit effects me.. more than I’d like to share
But in the grand scheme, I’m right where I belong
Everything in it’s right place, carry on..
Isolated but I'm so inflated, in flight,
Hot air Balloon, Up there with you..
In spirit.. I’m not alone (neither are you)
See this world is a mix of magic and tragic.. Euphoria and torture..
Natural and trash and it's
Something we all sharing global rise of the Fahrenheit, Celsius
See there’s science behind this, salesmanship..
We all push something
Wool see push pads,
Til my wife ain't gotta deal with grown accountants who act
like some spoiled lil brats.. This noise is the answer..
Might never take me out the trap but my soul travels
in a space that expands
Further and further each time.. I tap into that energy find..
Strength to climb, pull my weight, push my fate.
We all push something.. Bitch get out the way..
Iame been pushing raps since Y2K
You didn’t know me then, so why today?
Cuz today I got that work, you should buy some k,
You can argue if it's dope, but can't deny integrity..
See, everything I did I did it my weird way.
Before I hibernate.. Or hide like some spyware
I'mma ride this wave.. No surfbort
But the queen bee in this hive is the work horse
and the stable she work towards keeping
While I'm Deep in the deep end..
no life guard to depend on, so many long for that freedom..
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2. |
Good For It
04:01
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Hello, here’s a pillow
you been sleeping on me for real long
and that positions so awkward
to get rid of that crick in your neck,
you’ll need a deep tissue massage for it
Hola, ebola.. something like that, I’m the illest
come out the wilderness foaming at the mouth, I’m sorry
some bad shit went down on that safari..
I prefer not to relive it..
everything I see twisted
they call it astigmatism but it’s my view
if you don’t agree with it..
well then, you’re d-listed
You’re dead to me..
Mr. wonderful on shark tank but I don’t need fishes
Cuz I invest my all on all of these beats - listen
One time, one two
No mic check, that’s not what we gon’ do
On this transaction, it’s cash only
Cuz checks bounce and I don’t trust you phonies (I’m saying)
One time, one two
No mic check, that’s not what we gon’ do
With this transaction, you gotta prove your worth
Cuz I don’t trust that you’re good for it..
One time, fuck swine
in this concrete jungle confine..
no vines to swing, no banyan trees to climb
Bruce Banner green treats the mind
With maximum strength, hulk smashing the street
pulp, that’s what you’ll be, cult classic you drink
from the Kool Aid, but now it’s too late
Cyanide sliding down your throat like some wild waves..
This the Wild west, I’m wanted in five states
All these gold bars I possess, they thought I robbed banks
But these are all out of my own vaults and you can enter if you want but it’s not safe
I mean there’s nothing that I’m trying to hold on to.. thats all you
All of my right and wrongdoings now a ghost that haunts you,
You can name your price but it’ll accost you..
hook
One two.. I won too many lotteries
Luckiest dude alive probably
You judge solely by property
The statements an anomaly
But look closer.. So many offerings
Opportunity knocks and rings constantly..
I answer in underwear, and scared it off..
But if I never make it to the top
At least I rocked the bottom where the fossils be, properly..
Lower than where Drake started, in Toronto see
Down Low South Pole, under where the coffins be..
I don't need a resurrection like Common
Need a dollar, can I borrow that and get u back tomorrow please?
Broke but I'm balling.. Cuz this music is a priceless thing
Good woman by my side, bond symbolized by rings
worth more than any diamonds be,
find me in Control Sector looking like illuminati sponsors me
hook x2
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3. |
Free Freak
04:00
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I might fuck up your day with these beats and rhymes
Turn up the gain til your speakers fry
When I come off the brain, strip emcees of pride
What I put on the page might just leave them crying..
See I’ve sharpened my blade, that’s the reason why..
I’m getting up there in age, I’m just seasoned right
Kids today either got swag or they got bars,
They got no knowledge, no respect for the gawds
That started this, Bambaataa did..
Made the Planet Rock, y’all are just some spam bots (man stop)
Hip hop does not need saving but the world does,
I show up in a cape like Cam’ron (killa)
With paper I’m hands on..
Cuz the flows a show off, like “no hands mom”
I’m just coasting til a bully jams my spokes and
Sends me flying over the handle bars
Guess he don’t like weird shit that knocks
My style primitive like tools made of sticks and rocks
Unorthodox, my tools are a mix of soft
and hardware
A lot of heart, and obsessive thought
Yes yes y’all, freak freak y’all
Express yourself, to the beat y’all
(With this here I could go all day.. you better go away
Don’t let me get in my..)
Yes yes y’all, to the beat y’all
I express myself, Free Freak and all
(With this here I could go all day.. you better go away
You let me get in my zone, that’s a big mistake)
With these words and these melodies I’mma never cease
On the drums and the rhythm driven like SUVs
All terrain - meaning there’s nowhere I can’t take this
It’s like I learned a universal language
I’m not the most fluent speaker but my goal
Is simply to express everything that’s in my soul
Some are born with an angelic voice and absolute pitch
That sounds amazing for you, go make some music
I’ve been putting in work but I’m still a student
Used to call it lame but now I use some auto-tunage
I know some will hate and ask why not just hire a singer?
But that’s not the point - I wanna sing it
I don’t see what the problem is
If you ain’t feeling it, you don’t gotta ride with this
Been doing this a minute and the motto I subscribe to is:
If it feels good, who are you to decide that it’s not..
I know they say the customer is always right but I can refuse service
hook
Enough of the sweet shit, let’s get down to the gritty, you with me?
On my emcee shit, don’t act like you’re privy you rookie..
Your bars tell a different story
I’m the boss you’re just an employee
Who’s the boss again? remind me..
No it’s not Rick Ross or Tony..
As in Danza, Your damsel in distress,
Facing a dragon’s breath..
With that shiny armor, I must say it looks fresh
But I cook flesh and turn a knight to day, I’m bright that way
Hold the mic and blaze, get blown away
Like Tim McVeigh, I’m nothin to play with.. hoe
hook
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4. |
Sunset Limited
04:04
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Two unwavering faiths in one room
Like The Sunset Limited..
Drama was imminent.
His was in the fix, the remedy..
Synthetic heroin, prescribed many years ago..
Since then his injury heeled but the disease still grows..
It was once a beast consuming him whole,
now it's a black hole that vacuumed all he knew & it's future
Past life laborer, present day, self-medicated pusher
of just enoug to allot his own heaping rations..
and pay his mom a little rent money when she hassles him.
Spends his time at a dive down the street
A strip club low on charm high on strung out whores selling skin cheap
in the back room.. which is where he is now with her
and her faith is sure fire.. desire..
Flesh plus any vacancy inside her for sale but the heart still unavailable
And it will remain that way..
She been emotionally shattered as the daughter of a pervert, later girlfriend of a batterer..
So all that's left now is some jagged glass
She don't take shit she takes tips from shaking ass..
And she takes dick for a rate thats flat until it isn't if you aced negotiation class
But either way she’s leaving with something
and If she has some sort of problem, she gives her manager a call
(her manager?)
Yeah that’s the man that she involved with
That's her baby's father and her business parter, after all
this the closest thing she knows to domestic bliss - pimping..
He treat her good when she inline, beat her good if she caught slipping..
Guess he sensed a lucrative venture soon as he got up in it
Now he rents her out so there's no need to covet
And it's a warped perspective but she loves him..
Bad news for this addict about to bust in her,
Cuz she’ll becomes his obsession..
First time he saw her underneath those lights
Like an angel, spread wings in flight,
Except those wings were her legs, pointed up to the ceiling
Suspended on a brass pole with her body shaking & reeling
Descending from the heavens to a room full of heathens, he
Simultaneously wanted to both save & violate her
Of course he chose the latter
Had her in the back room for the smatter
Just a taste but he wanted more like anything that helped heal that hurt
(he don’t matter)
Like he is night, she is light
he chases after her with a love that's unrequited,
Seems the closest he can get to her face is its reflection in the moon
that's the physical for sale, but the rest she ain't giving to him
it's not like he'd know what to do with it.. hell,
she don't even know what to do with it.
She just bottles it up, but fails to label it poison,
an oversight that's sure to cause pain and strife, case in point..
The routine was as follows -
Few times a week they'd meet, he'd beat, skeet and she'd see the dollars,
He was happy to lose on her touch, consumed with that lust, confused it with love,
take rationale out the equation,
Replace it with pharmaceuts to the face,
in the same hole compliments kept spilling out of, he caught feelings..
Let her know it too, said “we should runaway”
she'd brush it off, like “what a thought”
but the delusions he was shaping were unshakable
then one day he noticed bruises around her eye
despite painstaking application of makeup, asked her why
Not satisfied with her excuses, he waited like a PI
in the parking lot, watching dudes trick off, then end of the night
Saw her leave with one so he followed, jealous rage growing
Ended up outside their apartment with his blade drawn
Ran up on them by their whip, things escalated rather quick
While charging her man, he failed to see what was in her hand or hear it click
then pop pop
I guess She is night, He is light..
She took him down because only one can occupy this sky..
He thought that nothing could stand in his way, until she solar eclipsed him
Now he won't have any light left when the ambulance gets him..
It's not like he ever even knew what to do with it..
that's why he chased a high that would ruin him
but in the end, she was the poison that did him in
She was the darkness and at best his light was dim. Night wins.
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5. |
Same Trap
03:51
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Feel like
I persevered through the worse of it..
Knock on wood, ain't trying to know how bad it could get
Cool kids always ignored me.. (Could've been worse)
Could've been bullied ended up suicide story (tragic)
Now I'm grown on some bullshit quest for what stardom?
I want no part of this Barnum and Bailey
Is what I tell myself then ego fails me
I’m going crazy..
I don’t want y’all to praise me.. (praise God)
I'm just the messenger.. Don't shoot me, don't taze me bro..
But if this God’s work then I deserve my fair share of the attention..
Or is that just satans invention?
I'm saying.. Is art for sale a soul for sale?
What's the intention?
End of the day, nothing charitable, so I guess the questions
Who's your buyer?
My target audience higher..
My demographic use graphic language to visually guide ya
Away from where the only concern is short term turn up, if you turn up in a lake of fire,
It’s cuz you bought into something made by liars
This is that different shit, different shit - you don’t want it
x3
This is that different shit, this is that you ain’t ready
This is that, This is that different shit - you don’t want it
x3
This is that different shit, this is that you ain’t ready..
Another verse, another bubble burst,
Repeat offender.. Start my day with something green in the blender,
But I ain't feeling no better
Caffeine and some edibles,
That's a good start..
Breakfast of champs.
Dive headfirst into tracks
Today it's trap like my neighborhood can seem..
When sirens scream, Mothers cry and someone just lost everything
Tomorrow I'll write a hopeful melody..
And work at the community center, mentoring rebellious teens
But I'm piece of shit if tomorrow never comes though
And they find me in the trap making trap and no one knows
I had a master plan.. And visions of a safer street
Without gentrification..
Without having to displace some people..
I'm a weird dude to have at your race relations meeting..
Enthusiastic to the point that I confuse some folks..
White dude, this white privilege unremovable
But I'm trying to see positive change so what's an awkward exchange?
hook
It’s cool how you can live inside a fantasy land
Get money, take money from working families’ hands
Serve yourself, that’s cool.. I’m serving me too
But on the mic there’s a difference between me and you
Cuz reality is perspective, perspective is subjective
I’m not afraid to ask some questions that might seem tough
But if you only pushing fluff because that’s what your fans digesting
I come out of left field unexpected, bat to your face, swinging for the fences
hook
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6. |
No Neon
03:30
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Friday night and I'm in sweatpants
I should wear these to the club..
Nah, the club ain’t in the plans
And it never was
I'm indoors
With mine, get yours
I put flame to the forest..
Now let me frame something gorgeous:
She’s in similar attire, tired from the 9 to 5
Grind I admire, she a fighter..
Awe-inspiring, I work hard to stay beside her
Stabilizer when she get wobbly
When the force of life finally throws her something she can't withstand
I play the kickstand..
While we work together on that 30 year fixed, man
All the neon says open,
But I’d rather stay home
Y’all be safe, have fun
I Hope you find what I've found
Pancakes on a Saturday
Fun stuff, when the flesh collaborate
Feeling pretty good and it ain't noon yet
What we doing later
Once in a blue moon hit the bar, hit the club
With the homies, show some love
I should probably make this a habit but dammit my current ones hard to kick
She my Marlboro, I marvel - a Scarlett Witch
Throwing hexes, no defenses
Can be implemented, that won't be rendered useless or ineffective..
So why make the effort..
My BFF is a weapon, we pass through metal detectors
When we ascend in the vessel, it will be commandeered
Ask her where she wanna steer,
I don’t call her deer but I hold her dear
hook x2
It’s so simple, so simple, so simple
Sunday, no mass,
No hangover, no aspirin
But I pray to God and I ask him
That he watches over us and cast his light
So thankful for this life
It's so dark when you stay asleep
But even when you wake up the reality is bleak
Gotta fight for this light..
Apathy the trap to free yourself from
Gotta fight for this light..
Apathy the trap to free yourself from
Naturally, you have some reservations
But let them go, this is an invitation
To find something real, no imitation..
Instant vs infinite gratification
hook x2
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7. |
Hummingbird Hunger Games
02:08
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Today was a stellar day,
Saw some Scrubs and Stellar Jays
See I feed birds for leisure
And do research to identify ‘em
It’s a good time of year - buds on the trees,
lotta hummingbirds on the feeder
One part sugar, four parts water -
The recipe for nectar
This ain’t what you expect a
Rapper to do when he’s chilling
But rap is for the birds, this is way more fulfilling
In this urban confinement of ours..
Got a small sliver of land, but a whisper of a yard,
One tree.. Couldn't host 2,
But as far as activities, there's a whole slew..
And this might be peace,
I hear the chirps all day
and those real life tweets..
Don't step through my refuge
Unless you can connect to What’s Up
We so high
No redbull wings just a weed supply
We so based
Vegan cheese sauce with a miso paste - Yum
Get with it or don't
Remain on the cusp of a pivotal moment
One thing I just could never condone preaching
is anything but respect for all living creatures
I prefer not to preach though, cuz the list of flaws is stupid long
But I’m trying to love myself,
Not what I do on the computer alone
Man I’m too in the zone, I’ll get back to the birds.
Saw a sharp-shinned hawk, that was a first
Got a bag of filberts, yeah that’s for the squirrels
lotta holes in my yard, lotta snacks in the dirt..
hook
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8. |
Nu Leaf
03:40
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Dark thoughts and clouds of smoke, circle round my crowded skull
like the bucket hat on Q
I know where the fuck I’m at, where’r you?
I’m right on time, right on cue
No teleprompter, no reminder
with these lines I will fail or prosper
But even if I falter..
Stumble or get tongue tied, it can’t be bad as Travolta
Slippin like Grease
When you see me in these streets fuck a badge and a quota
Put it back in your holster..
I said I killed emcees, that was bragging and boasting
But they probably call the Gang Enforcement Team
cuz they need to keep Portland safe from this dangerous culture..
Man, enough of all this topical rap..
These current events will probably be old news by the time I end up dropping this track
Like illmac said, I just wanna give you music in its newest tense
But I’m a perfectionist
So the present turn past cuz I’m waiting on the best mix, go down the check list -
I need art, and some PR
Make sure these blogs know we stars,
Who I gotta box for that World Star postage, some bullshit
for 3 bills they put your video up
But you do some ratchet shit and you might get that free hook up,
Don’t look me up
I can give you what you want, but that’s no fun
Let’s turn over a new leaf to burn
x2
If you ain’t appreciating this, I’ll go to extremes say you’re hating this..
First amendment exercising, til it loses weight in this..
But I’m not sweating here, I’m not shedding tears
No I’m cool like central, No I’m downright cold wearing extra layers
You catch me player? I’m frostbit
You working out like CrossFit til you burning up like Auschwitz
But fuck Nazis and an overused reference, I do better
That’s why I win on a track like Bruce Jenner
Til I’m on my Bruce Banner - cuz green is power
Ask Popeye why he use spinach..
Everything you do is vintage, I’m fresh from the mint scrill
All my bills got the newest image of some old president’s grill
And yeah I’ve been trill, since I used to rock a pencil
That was a long ass time ago
I been had that write a whole song up in my head skill
This nothing to me.. at the same time, it means something to me
I hope it means something to you as well
But, well, that ain’t up to me..
This might not be what you want, might not be what you need
But stop being selfish, this is my outlet,
If you don’t like what I’m charging, then you can get out
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9. |
Anyway Anywhere
03:56
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10. |
FTWM
03:25
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Might be a flatline, might be a bad time
To be out here screaming I'm just trying to get mine
But I'm irreverent..
You're either broke or you're delicate..
I guess it's settled then..
Cuz I'm sitting here with crazy glue..
And a bunch of pieces of me it seems I've misplaced a few..
I'm still holding on to spacious views
Plus some anger for my race that can't face the truth
Fuck the white man
Yea I said it, and I meant it, fuck supremacists
Fuck the white man
If it offends, then it’s exactly what the fuck I intended it to do
I’ve got a mirror right here for you all
Don’t be afraid, take a look
I’ve got a mirror right here for me too
I’m secure about what I am, what about you?
I ride for this side, Semper Fi
In this fight for peace.. How do we justify police?
When they on some submit or die..
(No indictments) And what is a crime is who's being victimized
The funny thing about love is - it don't condone your rage but it can't condemn it..
Cuz riots are the language of the unheard
And money can just rape your ear if you don't lend it..
Don't surrender
These are integral intervals
I intercom the frenetic energy in the air,
They scared of that..
Jihadbola,
Syria, Liberia - they scared of that
Comfort as they know it disappearing
Yeah, they scared of that
This their worst fear materializing
Cuz the concentration of wealth took an extra adderall
And all the middles crumbling, they might just fall in to an uprising
hook
Why must you reinforce that you're secure?
What hardships have you endured?
This is not the posthumous voice of Tupac Shakur
I am the anonymous that died at the hands of your race
That’s who you’re speaking to, isn’t it?
You held up that mirror, can see your reflection in it?
Or are you a blood sucker? taking what don’t belong
It’s still bigger than hip hop - don’t get me wrong
But why are you here? I know that question still haunts you
You say you’ll never be famous, boo hoo noone wants you
But somebodys got their think piece ready,
They’ll lump you with Macklemore and Iggy
Who cares if the other Azealia hates you?
You do because you know she’s got a valid point
You’re the one with disdain, and rightfully so
But I’m not here to offer support, I stand adjacent to your woes
What’s pop culture? All I know is pop culture..
you can’t change why I’m here or who your are
You can’t make history disappear
Keep reminding others, push the discomfort but that don’t help me
Think of that next time you dream of getting wealthy, fucking lying to yourself see
I know you ain’t gon’ quit, cuz you can’t quit, you like Puff Daddy
But fuck rap til your words can heal inequity
I hope I used the appropriate celebrities to put that in perspective for you..
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11. |
Swash
04:07
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I don’t need no gimmicks to make you wanna jump in it
Don’t just splash your feet, go swimming
To this Master Piece there’s no limit
No Limits, No lemmings allowed
Think for yourselves
You in the crowd, I’m rocking
Looking at you so we equal now
I’m a regular dude like Kevin Hart
Make vulnerable my trademark
No AR, no AK
But I slay y’all with this grade A
Wordplay, yeah it’s nerdy
But it’s cool now says the internet
It’s about time bitch, I’m 30
been doing this since I was 13
Hurting these cats since before the mustache
I’m Burt Reynolds, y’all Bert & Ernie
That’s real nerfy - toughen up hoe
This roller derby, I’m cold as slurpee
Brain freeze, I don’t aim to please
Up against Goliath, I’m tangling knees
Cuz the taller that they are, harder they crash to the ground
Like that plane of Aaliyah’s (Rest in Peace)
Fuck shock value, if I rock the boat I’m trying to drown all you
I’m Long John Sliver, make you walk the plank
Turn Captain Phillips into a Castaway
Shark Bait, You want to parlay? turn you to a parfait
You need a barf bag
Cuz this ill as the norovirus
You’re at war with pirates, argh matey!
So check the map, it says X marks the motherfucking spot
Get that booty, diamonds and rubies, all the shiny jewelry
We some modern day Goonies on a quest for something
So check the map, the Northwest is that motherfucking spot
Get that booty, diamonds and rubies, all that Gold jewelry
This a modern day Goonies how I’m treasure hunting
Y’all on that yolo, I’m on that yo-ho
Jack sparrow, private stock rum out the black barrel
Call me One-Eyed Willy, I’m out here dropping gems in Oregon, bitch
hook
Okay now the theme of this song is apparent,
Perched on my shoulder is a parrot,
I just like to wear it
These are stupid bars, far from Mac support
But I did buy my iPatch at the Apple Store
I got cheap jokes for days, this is Fukushima waste via Ocean waves
On the West Coast, babies will be born with extra fingers and less toes
Mutants, no X though..
Come to my next show, my sets dope
I get folks yelling out shit like they stuck in Tourette’s mode
Now things getting stressful
This games a perfect storm
There’s turbulence ahead, but this pilot does not fear
I started with pirated software, so since day one
I’ve been a terrorist hijacker
While my listeners will steal this first and buy after
Once it’s verified it’s worth the price
If my ships on your horizon, there’s trouble in paradise
Til my parrot dies, I’m straight
hook
RIP Polly
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12. |
Fire Dew
03:56
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See what that fire do.. see what that fire do
One bowl of this flame is like a bullet to your brain..
So oil on your nail or the coil in your pens like playing with..
An Uzi, with an extended clip, it’s a doozy..
I’m choosy, I need a strain to tame these mood swings
If we want it, we frack
We dig and we extract
I find the tallest evergreen, climb it to the moon and back
Then burn it down..
Eye of the storm but I’m very calm, One time for the Strawberry Cough
One time for the kush and such
Shout out to the fam who hooks it up
This the Northwest, where the soil is.. money
From Humboldt County, Southern Cali up to BC
Yeah the whole coast does it freely
Can’t forget about CO.. yea I see y’all
You been dabbing forever
Wasn’t ready first time I saw it happen in Denver
But now I go hard til the torch is empty and I need to refuel
But I gotta take a break sometimes, For your health - Steve Brule
Caught between sober and being a stoner, I can’t leave it alone
But I don’t even know exactly what I’m breathing on..
These concentrates keep me zoning but then the paranoia grows
Think someones leaking like Snowden these secrets in my dome
But even worse is the hypochondriac thinking though, like where’s the cancer?
Need to relax but my heart beating faster took too many dabs
My phone and computer probably give off more radiation than the battery in this vape pen
is it safe then?
Who on that solventless?
Ice water hash sounds marvelous
My homies ain’t concerned, they know their shit
They say there’s no residual butane when purged
proper, well I’m no doctor
but less chemicals in the process seems optimal
I should probably stick to the good old fashioned regular weed
but that’s like a message in a bottle, sent to sea
compared to a twitter feed - antiquated indeed
it’s like “Beam me up Scotty” vs standing in line at the DMV
just to take the test, fail it once, come back in 3 weeks
Once you finally pass, reach your destination
That might be a bit of an exaggeration
Depends on who you ask,
If you smoke all day that tolerance massive
That’s why some people need that shatter, that budder, that errrl, these waxes
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Wool See Vermont
The brainchild of veteran emcee/producer IAME (Sandpeople, Oldominion, Jade Relics), Wool See is a one-man-band cranking out heady, experimental hip hop & indie pop from Vermont's Northeast Kingdom.
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