[Verse 1: G-Rider]

I’m so blown on this microphone

Doing it for the people smoking zones in their homes

My body turn to energy, I begin to travel astrally

But there’s no words to describe what I fuckin' see

So I got back to my body to continue on my mission

On my knees praying, to learn my next position

I’m a crazy mystic warrior smoking blunts with straight hash

America’s best weapon - straight cash

So I dash on the hustle and my people working endlessly

Every second of your life somewhere someone’s smoking weed

Fuck it, I look at buds in a magazine

And wonder why I like the smell of gasoline

A sick young man with a universal future

You need diplomatics to settle your dispute, uh

Taking the game too serious

But what did I expect? You’re all pent up and curious

Amongst all my destiny of death and disclosure

Important what you meant to me, we’re through in the Doja

[Verse 2: Swank Daddy]

All my homies are crazy dudes with crazy horses to crazy moons

You’re cappin soldiers with stranger moves

Making crazy moves with crazier pieces

Replace the booze with broken leases

Make all the time beneath created

They were pinched then celebrated

You ain’t too nice

You highly overrated

The hell with Swank Daddy

I’ll getcha confiscated

Get yo ass, ya homies say she got dissipated

Your constipated missions

Your citizen capable

You don’t want a matter with an antipathy that’s untraceable

Your city’s an unproper (aboscial?) you ain’t comfortable

Now you ain’t got my seat, Imma tell you about your personal

All you receive is pity and you’re mistaken for a urinal

You’re dressed like a reflector, used to talk about subliminals

I would cherish you but you’re an e-je-je-je

You’re an educated criminal

Musta ran across a type of hazardous man

Check chemical, I can smell your shit

Your satellite pinnacles

See your former boss down these steps with all the pigeons

Your shit ain’t hittin, your shit ain’t rippin

Man your bitch can’t cook, get that bitch up out my kitchen

Don’t contemplate your death cause your mic is now forbidden

[Verse 3: MXLPLX]

Same old shit, every day won’t quit

Can’t quit till I’m old then decayed

Go kick it to the kerb

Swervin like a midget saddled back in thunderbird

Pervin off the liquid, my game is absurd

Rob a train if you heard

If you know that I learn ‘fore I go

Burnin bridges I control with some shit

Four eyed locust paranoid

Here’s a bitch in the void

Just a sip then annoyed

Tripped out, schizo, addicted to endo

Fogged up the windows

Hot rocks in some toxic

Bionic inflows off the tungsten boat

How we come with those

Through the slum

Let the beats cross the drum

Said here’s where I’m from, where I’ll be

When I’m done, ice cold to the brain

Freaky slow (emutane?)

Gonna rest on the Seine

Floatin down invisible lanes