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Hey Ipsissimus, and IC's other listeners,
merge your old thread into this,
life's a struggle,
but we still have to keep rolling the rock like sisyphus,
chill out, have a beer,
kick back and try to forget about business,
all you need is good weed,
grown from clone or seed, and some kingsize rizzlas
stop talking trash before i get offended
prepare to be flipped when you get up-ended
call me up, you know i am the dealing man
stack money from the floor to the ceiling fan
wad don't fold, it keep getting taller
it don't make cents then it don't make a dollar
swisher status, no phillies they fo sissie's
smoke too much, now i'm feeling kinda dizzy
the white likes to shine like bling
i'm keep coming back like i own the damn thing
i'm the king...
the winds of my opinion blow like a storm force of a gail, words that form a spear, through your stomach your impaled, stear clear of a mighty freedom advocate syndicate, let me indicate the greatness, allow me to demonstrate:
rain, cold, arms folded in the middle of the night, conciousness higher than a kite, nah it ain't scary contrary to what some say, i play with the blueberry fire, im a pyro today. intertwining lines of elequent beauty is my duty, the sky will me all mine in time, give me some speed something to be able to lift off the ground, strawberry cough growin wild in mo town.
Yo I love to grow my weed It be all I need
Find me sowin my seed and applyin tha feed
Or plantin some clones puffin bones
Lookin for loans to start up grow homes
See Ima grower ya'll indoor growin in tha fall is how we ball
Give us tha highgrade strains for our brains
And we'll be happy when it rains
Inside with tha bongs jammin to songs
Bustin a grower don't get no lower
Easy target for the leo
Stoner ina geo
But they aint bustin me yo
No cause im careful about wat i do
Fuck the boyz in blue im stayin true
To a higher dimension free of all the tension
I got tha HPS refelction in my complexion
Shit is bright day to day fight with the grow light
That was my freestyle puttin you on trial
All the while I
That first freestyle got me pumped had to spit another
Yo just scored ah bag of chronic
Updates at ICmag yo I'm on it
Daily habit checkin tha Mag and tha Bay
Fifty thousand members they say
Its the online cannabis community
Herbalist's networking in unity
Mission: overgrow the government
Position: millions of growers and were lovin it
Because we have endless reason
To grow herb and harvest every season
And thats what we believe in
Come join the fight and fire up a grow light
Legalization is in our sight
One thing though
Bring lots to burn cause there's alot to learn
"Spit a Freestyle, it's worth your while....."Ild rather shove cigs in my eyes than see a fake wigga smile, so you should love it.....wit the more I made it, let the bodies pile up while the actor wangstas try an serinade it.
Mothas cry over bait, way afta they ate it, shattered family ties from you lies keep your fake a$$ blind and steadily regulated.
Fight till the end but the reaper's already played it, your fate's sewn, games owned, it's too late the battles blown, jus give in cause I already made it!"
-Me
Woody
Malice
Savage C
Equipto
Big Lurch
Brotha Lynch
Nocturnal Hustlas
PsD
DoObie
Mac'Maul
A-wax
J-Diggs
Burnin trees is right for me, that's why i choose to fight POLICE, take me in for a little WEED? Really man whats the NEED, there isn't one i can think of, other than my plants are STINKERS, for me and others it's the smell of beauty, that strawberry cough is fresh and FRUITY, my bonzai moms are little BEAUTIES, my widow girl brings in the BOOTY, that's pirate talk for a stash of cash, but for my meds i bust my ASS, i don't deal, just rent out space, it's cost efficient to supply my DANK, i get stupid when i DRINK, so i choose to just smoke that STANK...
I see myself as the holy resurrection of Pun
If I ain't that then you name one
Rapper that's lyrical slash Italian political passed rappin
With visuals past Malcolm and fittin to go past platinum
It's hard but I speak the truth inspired to teach the youth
The fire that heat the booth the high hat the beat the loop
The system it traps us in they tacklin rappers in
These shackles that pack us in the back of the clack is in
I'm packin the Mac again like Capital Punishment
Huggin the gun and then runnin and duckin from the government
They dyin to cuff me up lock me down touch me up
Cock the pound bust me up stop my sound hush me up
But I shall never hold my tongue
Before that I roll my blunt and load my gun
Give a kiss to my daughter tell my mother I love her
And blow the brains out a couple dirty cops undercover
turnin crack fiens into block kings, have em tacklin dummy rocks, to hold the block cop kings they were posted up, tryin to stop my crop thing, but while they put the cuffs on Chaps, i packed up my shit and snuck out the back
i have to stay out of sight, so i have the time to harvest right but had to flee without the cure, i tunnel down throughout the sewer i get around like master splinter, got home in time to eat my dinner the blunt i rolled was a winner, for the patients i will always deliver
Whats wrong with the world today
Take a look around the earth in dismay
Ive learned the secrets now I don't want to play
Shits hectic man spark up a jay
Waiting for the day that we can relax
Find freedom from tax and get evil off our backs
Organize the revolution
We need the solution soon
Tune in look at the moon
Ganja plants in full bloom
A little more packin my heat
I backpack to a big ol evergreen tree
and up through a creek
so you see no trail i leave
even if you followed me, you couldn't tell where i be
no vicinity
finding new places for my remedy, ya fillin me
cause these laws
they be killin me
i can't take it, put my plans into my own hands
a fate maker, can't be standin on the side of the man
i won't fake it, what i do is all that i can
i ain't playin
i risk wearin shackles for more than a plant
for our freedom. OVERGROWING THE GOVERMENT
Im all day steady blowin cotton candy clouds,
sour diesel trainwreck its what im all about,
always torchin joints and gettin vaporated,
it aint time wastin if its time spent spacin,
atleast thats what ive heard from my buddy Herb,
she gave some shit i wish i had more often,
it left me in a cannabis coffin,
a state which i find myself often,
baked about an eight stayed up real late,
now im grubbin like a big straight sloppin,
finished up gave a stretch and said,
its a good day cause i aint dead,
but what i saw next would fill me with dread,
the sack i bought last night smoked straight to the head
i write to fight
my appetite
for owning motherfuckers
headshots to the dome suckaz
whatchu gon do now
your corpse is rat chow
nibbling your balls off
a day at a time
i can c that u feeling my rhymes
about this fucked up shit
that i like to spit
But anything particularly sick
wont even fit
into your peanut sized brain
but if you listen real close
you can recognize game
I'll murder you in cold blood
and not think twice
what are you to me
but a simple device
used to step up my game
but not for fortune and fame
motherfucker im unstoppable
i just use you to train
I'll murder your family
so they won't talk shit
and after you die
your name ceases to multiply
cuz your clan is extinct
melted down in acid
and poured down the sink
better call the plumber bitch
yo
im a sick minded individual
my rap turns physical
when i enact the fact that
my rhymes are no act
this isnt a game
where i talk shit to seek fame
a fake nigga from the ghetto
pimpin hos in stilettos
naw homie its me
always stayin sucka free
which happens to mean
sometimes slaying a fiend
see i dont front
never hesistate to dump
gimme half a reason
and your battleship is sunk
im like a pirate from somalia
ready to kill all a y'all
put on my shitkickers to go get some potstickers
yeah,I'm hungry, got the munchies, enought to eat two trees
I'm blown, out of my mind, can't think straight, no rewind
get it in focus and walk the line, don't get hit by a car from behind
I finally make it inside the store, the clerk looks like a whore
I get to the back, knock over a rack of chips, shit, look what I did
I grab some skittles, kitty vittles and raman noodles
I think I'll go home and draw some doodles