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Smokefest 1999
Tash
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Tash, you know she know, she know she's on your jock, you know
Smoke Fest
We get it back, dog
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 to Smoke Fest this year
All the weed you see is free
But the blunts cost sixty bucks, baby, grab a leaf
The Tash be I suited through dipped in twenty-four karats
If y'all niggas don't feel me then I blame it on your parents
Ha, 'cause Tash fuck it up, don't twist it up with luck
My style is cold like I bought it off the ice cream truck
Listen here, Tash be crashin' niggas with 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' with me's not an option
'Cause Tash is my name, Tash'll start it with a bang
Tash'll end it with aโthat's not the same thing
Tash'll split your frame, Tash swings like gold chains
I be rollin' with King Tee, we all in the same game
But enough about the Tash, let's talk about some scrill
You know it's 'bout to pop if Liquid Crew is on the bill
You can ask my nigga Phil how real this is the week
Smoke Fest '99, burn somethin' to the beat
Damn, man, y'all came all the way from where, man?
All the way from over out of my
Smoke Fest
Oh yeah, you got sixty bucks for the blunt?
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
I was lookin' to get my skull blowed up like Kid Dynamite
The time is right, be ridin' the track so fiercely
That it seems that I'm already high tonight
But I'm not though, I'm just on them Black and Mild ones
And people done think I'm the wild one
'Cause I be flippin' and rippin' the track
And verbally attackin' on your shine for fun
Higher soul but to please myself I gotta be composin' that fire shit
And you know the fine alcohol is deadly
So pour more for you better dub, bitch
What you need, boy? Raps and some of my boys are still in the trap
I mean the dope's fire but the slangin'
Got me snappin' like the rope high
I can be the player you wanna bust with
Or nigga you don't wanna even go fuck with
Or nook with, you suck dick, so why y'all up on my nuts? Quit
I hold the microphone and that's with a vice grip
Really tightly and I'm keepin' the words crystal clear
So you can go and correctly try to bite thee
Very nicely, a Gemini, my nigga, not a Pisces
But I like ye, go and fetch a sack of that green stuff
While I write G
Yeah, yeah, aight
Yeah, peep this out, yeah
Hard like, now picture this
A nigga in jail rappin' while he's smokin'
And they cell tappin' with some spoons
We do bring the boom-boom
Fresh off a planet with sand dunes and maroon moons
Soakin' wet wounds, titty-tanglin' tunes
Must stay under arms, soul strong charm
Bump up in the drum, rhythm on the one
Stankonius under smellin' where I'm comin' from, son
The day you're born is when you start to die
The time in between is what mean the most, I toast my high
See shit get so bad I die, know it make you wanna cry
But suck it up, fuck it up, go ahead and do your thing
Pharoahe Monch
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Yo, yo, yo
Whenever I'm writin', you can call me Philly Titan
Recitin' 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 gettin' shanked
Fill out your taxes, I'm writin' exact on my axis
From my head down to my Air Maxes, fill waxes and relaxes
Phil also fills the mental food up in your fuckin' baskets
My name is Jason when I fill out my application to the nation
Niggas is gonna get and feel what they facin'
Feel the racin', 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 sayin' Phil again, Phil again, Phil again"
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Smoke Fest
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 real heat is smokin' his cash in rap music
He goes by the name of the Doctor
Green Thumb Smoke-A-Lot
Now I be rollin' and smokin' and holdin' the golden sack
When my lungs be gettin' swollen
Hittin' the bong, rollin' for chronic
Ironic, we growin' the hydroponic
We got it robotic, catch you on it, melodic tricks are sonic
Smoke Fest expandin' your chest, Buddha bless
Best for you to step back 'cause your lyrics are like cess weed
Yes indeed, the session you need to retrieve it
Is ten niggas in a circle smokin' a spliff, believe it
Retrieve it, over the counter, can you conceive it?
I give you Dr. Green thumb digits but don't repeat it
The Proof proved and the Buddha masters together
Gettin' you higher and fuckin' you up that much faster
Zig-zags, blunt leaves, pipes and bong bowls
All be gettin' smoked at the Buddhahead 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 to smoke my nigga Tash out
With that Dr. Green thumb shit
Know what I mean?
It's too smelly and stinky for you
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