Lyrics Dynamite - Swollen Members, Mr. Vegas

Dynamite

Reefer Madness, Kief and Black Hash, a little bit of oil on the paper I like
Dat, come on man light that,
The Amsterdam Flame, NYC Diesel, Kali Kush to the Brain.
So many strains in my life so Chill, take a bong load listen to some cypress
hill.
My mind is filled, head space stays creative, music plays in my skull til I
recreate it.
Dont Make me angry, my skin goes green, BLAM!
throw man through a window screen.
Love me or hate me no in between all my friends grow indo in B.C.
Get so high, just can’t take it, walk through my house with a sharp knife naked,
I’m paranoid and I can’t stop shakin' now it’s all good though, I smoke jamaican
No stems and seeds, sticky and fruity, some are blonde and others ruby red
headed beauties.
Dubies and blunts, the pipe, the vaporizer, 25 and 8th from my favorite
supplier.
I’m higher than Hendrix when he made Purple Haze, I’m amazed…
As long as I got herb to blaze I’m in a good mood attitude extremely positive,
It’s like I’m in a dream and the greens the cause of it
It gets intense, stick of incense, roll that/hit that shit to get bent.
Smoke and I feel like I leap through time, speak to my mind I creep through the
vine.
Sometimes I might have a tough time breathin' think my hearts gonna stop for no
reason.
I just try to sit back relax and zone out, bring bad energy my way ya get
thrown out.