| Sittin' on my front porch sippin' on my pipe
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| Lizard on the bowl blownin' gold shit was tight
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| Early in the morning 7:30 a. |
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| Snatchin' nugz in the ??? |
| from the walls of my den
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| Living in a bud plant, I hollowed out the stem
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| Two stories three rooms it’s my Kryptominium
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| My domain now remains supplied in ???
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| All I do is clean my crib and clip the water leaves
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| Free relief is always offered from the great O. D
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| Standing seven feet tall my toupee huge tree
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| Is lovely smells so fruity I’m fucking hoopy
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| Flying like Woodstock barking orders like I’m Snoopy
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| Excuse me, pardon it’s time for a session
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| We press on heading on up to the top section
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| Everybody is invited, I prefer those heavy hitters
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| You know someone down to smoke? |
| I really hate those stay and quitters
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| So it figures Loc is rollin' Bobby B ain’t far behind
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| Daddy X and Pakelika come in swinging on some vines
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| To the tip top of the tallest Kola we begin to climb
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| Sugar smokes some ?? |
| ropes and a gang of Keif
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| Where Are We?
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| Trapped in a plant the Size of an Ant and we’re stuck to the sack
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| How high? |
| It’s the Kola
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| We got no map and forgot to pack a back pack
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| D double dash L O C, I popped out my bud plant clearly
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| Invisibly see through ya’ll can’t find me
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| Completely blind like an erased line
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| Stay refined disappear go away like bad emotion
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| I’m over here camouflaged in my potion
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| Ya’ll can’t find me I’m slick like Rick
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| Got an oldschool flip equipped
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| Vanac Spits!
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| ??? |
| to the mic I become attached
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| Imagine if I grew branches from my body limbs crowded
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| Out my mouth like chlorophyll dispel all skill whack MC’s
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| ??? |
| decapitate immortals
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| Now growing vines from my arms
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| I’m like the swamp thing man appearing in plant form
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| Plasma ejected complicated ???
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| Dynamic apparatus combindin' for rhyming ???
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| Everlasting grow room wired with the bass boom
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| Krispy colored nugs is another called the typhoon
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| Full bloom flowerin', sky scraper towerin'
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| Endless sea of green, hydro lights that be powerin'
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| Full drip system frequent mistin'
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| Tropical planet so all the buds they were glisten
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| Rollin' cones all day, runnin' round underground
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| Bobby’s bud’s are where I stay and I’m the Size of an Ant
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| Where Are We?
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| Trapped in a plant the Size of an Ant and we’re stuck to the sack
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| How high? |
| It’s the Kola
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| We got no map and forgot to pack a back pack
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| I reside in the bud the nugs about dove
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| Life in the bag of the blueberry love
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| I’m feelin' my dust so I climb to the core
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| It started getting chilly cuz the weather’s gettin' colder
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| I grabbed my folder, write a rhyme and called Kona
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| He came over, then we rolled up a hooter
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| Jumped on the scooters and we found the lines
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| You know I fumbled my rhyme
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| Stoney trail rides, we smokin' spliffs by bricks
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| It’s a myth the gift to get lifted
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| I gave the plant a sniff then I kissed it
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| I made a wish the rest got blessed
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| I’m living in a plant the Size of an Ant
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| It’s 4:20 now it’s time to react
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| No need for a sack cuz I’m sick of runnin' laps
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| Look down by my feet and saw a little piece of ant crap
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| Where Are We?
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| Trapped in a plant the Size of an Ant and we’re stuck to the sack
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| How high? |
| It’s the Kola
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| We got no map and forgot to pack a back pack
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| A living organism material and organic
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| Vanac’s animal kingdom biochem
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| Green nitro genismatter contain
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| My brains essential for growth by photosynthesis
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| Varyin derivatives Richter your ???
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| Riding high. |
| technical I detect dust in my perimeter
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| Pulse rate erratic your breathing sallow
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| Elbow strike vines ?? |
| technology ??? |
| plant intoxicants
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| Trapped inside the clone chamber
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| ??? |
| production dodgin'?? |
| atomic multiply if you supply fungi medicinal
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| Mushroom consumption digestion cannabis alchemy opium chemist and ??
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| Say drugs an aphrodisiac
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| MC’s they lack it
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| Your minds the Size of an Ant |