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feat. Lord Quas (Quasimoto) Folienbeschriftung Leverkusen [Intro] Come out to show them... Like open the brews up, and let some of the blues blood come out to show them Come out to show them, come out to show them, come out to show them {*storm howls*} come out to show them, come out to show them, come out to show them... {*echoes*} {*guitar sound, coughing fit*} Music (bad weed) Listening to music while stoned is a whole new world (to' up man) Most cannabis consumers report it second only to snakes And grass will change your musical habits, for the better
{*scratched: "America's most blunted!"*} {"Soon as he start sleepin, catchin you off guard"} {"If you'll all gather closer at the phonograph"} Where Quas at? {"Yo!"} Doom, you got the trees? {"America's most blunted!"}
[MF Doom] Quas, when he really hit scar mode Never will he boost loose Phillies with the barcode Or take a whole carload on a wasted trip Or slit White Owl laced tip from tip with yip Some rather baggies others like they cracks and browns Catch a tag, roll a bag of swag in a Black'n'Mild See twist Optimo, just the raw leaf part The list top gold, bust before beef start At the Stop'n'Go Mart, actin like a spirit host done it {"America's most blunted!"} Yeah, yo Doom nominated for the best rolled L's And they wondered how he dealt with stress so well Wild guess? You could say he stay sedated Some say buddha'd, some say faded Someday pray that he will grow a foreign barn full Recent research show it's not so darn harmful (true) Sometimes you might need to detox It can help you with your rhyme flow and your beatbox Off spite to your surprise Turn a Newport Light to a joint right before your eyes Tear a page out the good book, hear it how you want it {"America's most blunted!"}
[Chorus] {"Comin kinda stupid from the station"} {"blunted"} {"Amazing loops, loops, loops.."} {"blunted"} {*"The-th-the-best, the-th-best, the-the-the, the best in your perimeter"*} Yo I can't find that nigga Metal Face nowhere (oh alright) {"America's most blunted!"}
[Lord Quas] Doom! The Madvillain killin mad boom Consume weed and drink brew 'til we perfume the room The beat conductor smoke twenty-four/seven Shady.. you can even ask my reverand Willie knows, how the Phillies roll, really though I spend my last dough, to pick up the sticky gold I spark the lah, but don't {fuck} with speed or trees with seeds Quasimoto crew, we get keyed The most blunted on the map The one astro black, in the alley, with a hoodrat Hoodrat.. when you try to react {*belch*} Even your pops got smacked Even your moms got cracked Meanwhile!! While my bowl got packed Drop X so you can have good sex (what, no) I smoke dank so I can grow me a shank I got the fat sack {shh} all day I'm on it Who are we? {"America's most blunted!"}
[Outro] {"Comin kinda stupid from the station"} {"blunted"} {"Amazing loops, loops, loops.."} {"blunted"} {"America's most blunted!"} Creativity, it's a known fact that grass increases creativity from eight, to eleven times. In fact, everyone finds that they're more creative stoned, than straight. So remember! M-A-R-I-J-U... {*xylophone*} ... A-J-U-A-N-A {*xylophone*} Mari-ah.. {*xylo*} ..juana {*xylo*} Mari-whana {*xylo*} {*laughter*}
