Pot Rap

Read to whatever rap beat flows thru your head .....



My name is Blunt, Iâ??m a Chronic man
I buy my seeds from Amsterdam
I stickâ??em in the ground and growâ??em
They grow real good cause I get to know them

The leaves are green, from a thick hemp trunk
Go take a whiff, they smell like skunk
If you listen close, they talk to you
â??Iâ??m Mary Jane and Who are You?â?�

Cut it, hang it, cure it, dry it
Put some in your pipe, your brain, letâ??s fry it
All the bad goes up in smoke
Pass that bowl and share a toke

Who said that white men cannot rap
This song proves that theoryâ??s crap
I challenge you to out-rap this
With another tune about Cannabis

u put forward a challenge my man,
so heres my reply about amsterdam,
its the city of love, the city of killer bud,
with hash as dark as blood,

went just after my sweet 18,
must have smoked a pound of green,
me and my boys smoke till were lean,
cause were the true chronic team,

walked past a some police getting high,
said damn my man where do i give that a try,
he said walk straight ahead and take a right,
so i said bye and left the pig behind,

walk into this coffe shop,
must have been bout 8 o'clock,
went up to the counter and gave it a knock,
told the propierter i needed something to get higher,

he said this shit will make u sick,
makes white widow look like shit,
we call this the holly grail,
the high comes up slow like a snail,

within in a few minutes ur right in it,
and then the whole world starts spinnin,
and u cant stop urself grinning,
then ur tongue feels like month old lbed linen,

but i must confess that shit passed the test,
out of all i smoked that was best,
i can still see it my head,
everynight before i go to bed.

this adolescent rookie spittin rhymes of cannabis
my lyrical rhythm gettin ready to manifest
everyday i take tokes like im at a Rasta-fest
two hits from the blunt, puffin on my cigarettes
im rollin up a doobie while im spittin this shit
multi-tasking all over like a son of a bitch
Master of the rap shit, you bitch comprende?
Arrete, you cant even understand my wordplay
spittin metaphors, similies, symbolism of you
personification, imagery, shit i'll spit a haiku
now im wrapping up 2 things, my joint and my ryhme
ima get blazed and have a hella good time
so step up if you ill and got the flow to prove it
cuz im passin you the joint bitch, dont canoe it ;)

You think you're good, don't mess with me
you ain't got the vocabulary
You think youre a mystic and getting all lyrical
Hey, if you understand this I bet it's a miracle
I grow it and smoke it, I don't ever buy it
Don't hand me your crap, I won't even try it
I was rapping the rap before it was cool
and if you like being bitch slapped I'll take you to school
You wrap up your joint and you wrap up your rhyme
Take em away cause I aint got the time
My conciousness fadin, I'm starting to drool
That crap you rap, it ain't cool
Gravity, vortexes, space simulations
Go way bro, you testin my patience
Now my mouth is all dry, I'm gettin a pop
Yeah, I may be scum, but remember sucker, scum floats to the top

(actually, I never ever rapped before, this is cool)

Shit all three of yall need to take a seat,
before i out smoke all of you to the beat,
I finish them blunts off in one hit,
You look at me saying "hes the shit!"

man, i put them clouds in the sky,
with my chronic buds u havent tried,
so sticky and sweet man i might let u try,
id pass it to you but you'd take my air supply,

ight, ill let u take one hit,
nah u can take a full hit no half hit kid,
but keep them lips dry dont wet my shit,

coughing and weezing,
eyes watering and sneezing,
by the looks u cant handle my smoke,
c'mon man, ive seen bitches take bigger tokes

yall stick to shwag like the resin to my papers,
but ill stop now and finish yall later...

-peace

haha a rap off, funny........but gay.chavs.

Maybe we should call it a wrap-off?

All in good fun my friends ... good .... all of ya. Me I'm just funnin'

Wake 'n Bake -- you're feeling the flow man. Very street.

Im feeling the flow of the thc
but im just a little more crazy
I smoke from the mornin till the night rolls on
No powder for me but ill smoke till dawn

They call me the white puff daddy
I show all the love, let you share my phatty
Come over some time well smoke up the town
put the widow in the chamber and sit right down

If you think you can out toke ill let you try
Within no time your out lookin at the sky
Leave you dealin with emphazima
im back lightin up again drinkin jim Beema

YAAYA

I can feel the love man , we gotta all save up some cash, go meet somewhere, maybe amsterdam, and just fuggin smoke like mad. Whaddya say? ;)

you should dl some beats and then rap it and post and see how good you do