Let me let you smoke a blunt of my mindSee I'm one of a kindThere's a brain behindAll these different wonderful rhymesSome people's livin in the pastCuz they runnin from timeSeems like so long since big punisher diedHope he see me when I'm lookin up from under the skyI'mma tell you how it is cuz I got nothin to hideAnd soul theory makes the beats that'll bump in the rideThis criminal lifestyle that I'm jumpin insideA mastermind, superb with both sides of his brainRoll me up into a swisher, start flyin awayBut ash my soul, rub the L on the side of the trayCuz its hard looking up, like the sky when it rainsSmokin strains that levitate me like David BlaineI'm a player and you hatin on my gameSay my name, cuz this here's my destiny childNow that all the stress is off of my chest I can rest for a whileJust roll up (6x)Let me let you smoke a blunt of my mindAll you haters relaxSit back, sit back, sit back we got you feelin so fineWith a blunt of my, blunt of my, got you feelin so highGot me feelin so, feelin so, with this blunt of my mindAnd I shall not hold my tongueSo i'mma speak till I fold my gumsI was told to runCuz every day is a colder oneI wake up not knowing if I'm old or youngI can't find my place so I lay upon these beatsCovering my pain with layers of melodic sheetsMother earth's a bitch so when kingdom comeWe gonna bring em some till thy will be doneAnd still to come is when I'm finally driven to insanityBy my family, who never seemed to be a fan of meMy knees are shaken, see I'm not able to standCuz they label a man by his paper in handSittin in a dark alley with some paper and pensWritin, just thinkin when this day's gonna endWhat can you say to a man who can't look at himselfWhen the image in the mirror keeps on yellin for helpJust roll up (6x)Let me let you smoke a blunt of my mindAll you haters relaxSit back, sit back, sit back we got you feelin so fineWith a blunt of my, blunt of my, got you feelin so highGot me feelin so, feelin so, with this blunt of my mindHip hop's child, you feel me do the touchinSpittin got me smitten, no excuses for the lovinI'm tryina get it written but I'm comin up with nothinA couple words in each linefilled with somethin somethin somethinsAnd to me, hip hop ain't got a criminal pastIts just explosions of sound as these syllables clashBriain on critical massFuck political trashThese politicians speakin, but its comin out they assTalkin bout "school is cool" and "drugs for thugs"Tryina push me down the path, but I shall not budgeCuz, i've been thinkin and I think I have a hunchWho hand the mic to get enoughWhile me and music makin loveAnd my community, ain't all about who I choose to beThis life and what it do to me, the ruined opportunitiesThis figurative language that I'm speakin so fluentlyLook back like a photo album seein who I used to bePlayin piano while I'm strummin guitarCan't buy myself a spaceship so I'm runnin to marsStare at death in the face, like I'm under a carAnd not everybody hatin, but enough for you allJust roll up (6x)Let me let you smoke a blunt of my mindAll you haters relaxSit back, sit back, sit back we got you feelin so fineWith a blunt of my, blunt of my, got you feelin so highGot me feelin so, feelin so, with this blunt of my mind
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Let me let you smoke a blunt of my mind
See I'm one of a kind
There's a brain behind
All these different wonderful rhymes
Some people's livin in the past
Cuz they runnin from time
Seems like so long since big punisher died
Hope he see me when I'm lookin up from under the sky
I'mma tell you how it is cuz I got nothin to hide
And soul theory makes the beats that'll bump in the ride
This criminal lifestyle that I'm jumpin inside
A mastermind, superb with both sides of his brain
Roll me up into a swisher, start flyin away
But ash my soul, rub the L on the side of the tray
Cuz its hard looking up, like the sky when it rains
Smokin strains that levitate me like David Blaine
I'm a player and you hatin on my game
Say my name, cuz this here's my destiny child
Now that all the stress is off of my chest I can rest for a while
Just roll up (6x)
Let me let you smoke a blunt of my mind
All you haters relax
Sit back, sit back, sit back we got you feelin so fine
With a blunt of my, blunt of my, got you feelin so high
Got me feelin so, feelin so, with this blunt of my mind
And I shall not hold my tongue
So i'mma speak till I fold my gums
I was told to run
Cuz every day is a colder one
I wake up not knowing if I'm old or young
I can't find my place so I lay upon these beats
Covering my pain with layers of melodic sheets
Mother earth's a bitch so when kingdom come
We gonna bring em some till thy will be done
And still to come is when I'm finally driven to insanity
By my family, who never seemed to be a fan of me
My knees are shaken, see I'm not able to stand
Cuz they label a man by his paper in hand
Sittin in a dark alley with some paper and pens
Writin, just thinkin when this day's gonna end
What can you say to a man who can't look at himself
When the image in the mirror keeps on yellin for help
Just roll up (6x)
Let me let you smoke a blunt of my mind
All you haters relax
Sit back, sit back, sit back we got you feelin so fine
With a blunt of my, blunt of my, got you feelin so high
Got me feelin so, feelin so, with this blunt of my mind
Hip hop's child, you feel me do the touchin
Spittin got me smitten, no excuses for the lovin
I'm tryina get it written but I'm comin up with nothin
A couple words in each line
filled with somethin somethin somethins
And to me, hip hop ain't got a criminal past
Its just explosions of sound as these syllables clash
Briain on critical mass
Fuck political trash
These politicians speakin, but its comin out they ass
Talkin bout "school is cool" and "drugs for thugs"
Tryina push me down the path, but I shall not budge
Cuz, i've been thinkin and I think I have a hunch
Who hand the mic to get enough
While me and music makin love
And my community, ain't all about who I choose to be
This life and what it do to me, the ruined opportunities
This figurative language that I'm speakin so fluently
Look back like a photo album seein who I used to be
Playin piano while I'm strummin guitar
Can't buy myself a spaceship so I'm runnin to mars
Stare at death in the face, like I'm under a car
And not everybody hatin, but enough for you all
Just roll up (6x)
Let me let you smoke a blunt of my mind
All you haters relax
Sit back, sit back, sit back we got you feelin so fine
With a blunt of my, blunt of my, got you feelin so high
Got me feelin so, feelin so, with this blunt of my mind
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