this a flow dedicated to alll yall weed professionals/
smokin outta vegetables, greenleaf convention bowls/
still higher than a goodyear circulatin round the stadium/
resin stained finger paint colored in ya cranium/
so pass the assassin over here, time to get choked/
goddamn, i love this shit, go head mix the hash with the coke/
and watch the world float... hit the streets for the anecdote/
got a pipe in the coat, damn the weed fell out, lost hope/
oh wait a sec, is that the weed man? quick round up the caravan/
and we can coast all the way to maryland, dam the blunt burnt up my shiftin hand/
if we see blues and reds, take a left alright and another/
ill pull this shit over and run like a motherfucker/
we can meet up at central and spruce street/
tell junk roll up that looseleaf, ill produce that bic heat/
mental all stoned and rolled, flow like liquid buttered rolls/
just consumed another bowl... *cough cough... dam thats the kill/
jaw clenched thoughts will spill, hard pressed against my will/
head over to earl the pearls, get on that microphone shit/
rapman beat makin make my mind spit, hot like volcano lips/
heavy thoughts hold me down like anchored ships/
and now its time to take a rest, recharge up the battery/
clear out my chest so i can bless this site with more insanity...