[Intro]

Yes, yes

Back in the spot

Wildchild

Got my man the soul father Rasco

Man, Oh No, Disrupt

Taking you on another journey from the left coast

Remix

You know how we do

[Pre-Chorus]

For the mind, for the love

For MCs who don't have to smoke weed

You're number one

Bounce to this cut, we bound to erupt

Wildchild, Rasco, an' my man Disrupt

[Verse 1: Wildchild]

Treat MCs like weed, grab the bong

Step up and straight smoke 'em

While my fella may be tellin 'em my adrenaline is mad potent

Nobody can test the nutty professor

When I rock an' music get ugly

Open his mouth when he's not using his bong

An' then fill it with putty

'Cause your definition of weed is not my definition of weed

This nation will progress to a higher state of manifest of weed

All come together to see all people are created equal

Just to see through, your blood and mistake

Might come out that leak through

Your conscious state of being

Are you afraid of being so

While me and the Cali cats enhance the art of MC-ing

Try an think, when your definition of weed defines the right weed

Weak MC's enhance by the dank, weed

Earth didn’t mix well when you thought

You're left farther shooting the Glock

Were you smoking before you started to rap, difficult to concoct

No disrespecting intended, when Wild child comes to construct

Got my man soul the father, Rasco an the Disrupt

[Interlude]

Aye, what's up? Aye, I heard you got a little writer's block. You know what I'm saying? I got something for that, 'cause I can get you high

[Verse 2: Oh No]

Smoke it up after this creep disruptor

Inhale lyrics of weed, laced with alternating places

That will leave your mouth to bleed, it’s pitiful

A smoke always critical

Lyrically enhance your mental naturally

Kill you like a cereal, to mash with me, y'all niggas must be criminals

Swervin, windows fallin and burnin

Niggas neva learn, servin

One mil enough, one bil you’re stuck

Come on see that can’t live without Disrupt, rupture

But don’t get me wrong, what’s up dog

I smoke too to chill out at a show with my crew

Lyrics get done, number one up on

The most green couldn’t run

Up outta county wow my style

The sex is schizophrenia

Never knew what old

Look around hit the ground like the media

Deep impact, where you can’t fade

Get you open like the Ross switch blade

Seek your medical aid

Hate all my ways

Ya’ll rapper get played

[Pre-Chorus]

For the mind, for the love

For MCs who don't have to smoke weed

You're number one

Bounce to this cut, we bound to erupt

Wildchild, Rasco, an' my man Disrupt

[Chorus]

If beats were weed, if mics were weed

If Hip-Hop were weed, if MCs were weed

Would you get high?

If beats were weed, if mics were weed

If Hip-Hop were weed, if MCs were weed

Would you get high?

[Verse 3: Rasco]

If MCs were weed, then i would smoke all day

I’d have me a drink, sit back an' try to parle

There was never a need for me to feed my brain with chemicals

Just so i can spit out subliminals

I’d be the type to leave the hype to the fans

While me an my man Jack re-lace the track

We back in the lab with mad lib for the fix

I don’t smoke weed but i would sell ya’ll six

See my thoughts come from inside of the soul

You breaking your back looking for major league rolls

See I just like to play the background

Ready for the crackdown, repping the bay

Leads to sacktown, out to LA

My dough floats over notes like these

If it works keep smoking the trees, please

Don’t get it wrong if you wanna get smoked it’s cool

But don’t make that the number one rule, rule, rule

[Verse 4: Wildchild]

When you represent hip-hop on a negative you get killed in it

Take my life i’d rather jump and hop from the top of a building

And bounce back with a quickness while you front like ya’ll get pardon

Who’s thinking you ain’t got nutten to lose, your name ain’t Martin

I’ll approach it like a video game I’m Jack the strange writer

Five more minutes for the Cali cats who decided to change fighter

The name Miter, means you put yourself with hang lighter

Knock it down on the floor mat, before mat be arrange tighter

Game over, seems at times when you read between the lines

Get inside the rap, battle of invasion provide the track

I take the weed issue seriously, no joke

So don’t take it personal, so Wild child don’t provoke

When I rap I make you uplift nod your head, side step

If you got metal frustration and need some herbal liftation, check it

Here’s something for your mind when you gonna start running around

Act like you got a penis in your chest

Come straight from the heart

[Pre-Chorus]

For MCs who don't have to smoke weed

Get on the

Bounce to this cut, we bound to erupt

Wildchild, Rasco, an' my man Disrupt

[Chorus]

If beats were weed, if mics were weed

If Hip-Hop were weed, if MCs were weed

Would you get high?

If beats were weed, if mics were weed

If Hip-Hop were weed, if MCs were weed

Would you get high?