High And Mighty Weed Lyrics

Weed Lyrics

set to the beat and words of BDP's "Beef" from the LP +Edutainment+  

  

 [Mr. Eon]  

 Weed, weed, what a relief  

 Where will my eighth a day habit cease?  

 This an agricultural service announcement  

 You can treat it, and you can douse it  

 Let us begin now with the plant  

 The way that it gets to your blunt in hand  

 See the herb doesn't grow fast enough for man  

 so for his lye, he makes a master plan  

 He has bowls to make the weed grow quicker  

 Through the hydroponic, the weed gets sicker  

 Twenty-one different soils are dumped  

 into the pot in one big lump  

 So just before it dies, it dries  

 in my back closet, with no moss and flies  

 Off with the bud, we cut it, weigh it, and bag it  

 and there it is for your local street addict  

 Green and buddy, an ounce condensely packed  

 Smoke it up and catch a heart attack  

 Now come on now man let's be for real  

 You are what you smoke is the way I feel but  

 the weed and blunt administration'll  

 have you thinkin lye is the perfect combination  

 See heads be livin under fear and stress  

 wonderin where they get the best  

 Now beer and bless can become a part of you  

 in your cells and dome, this is true  

 So when the plant is grown, believe it  

 Sell some to your man or smoke for free kid  

 Roll it up, and begin seasonin  

 Then you sit down, and begin seein shit  

 In your body, Blackwoods, a Phillie, a Dutcher  

 All the need and fiend for another  

 See any smoke's addictive by any man  

 Even the brownish rag it's all the same  

 The alchemist'll have my ass, strung out  

 on the indo and Northern Lights no doubt  

 Think you got your weed habit on lock?  

 Tell yourself you gonna try and stop  

 smokin weed and you'll see you need the tree  

 It's the number one drug on the street  

 Not coke, cause that's a category of dope  

 but the green leaf, that I smoke with wreath  

 Now herb brings life and real bad breath  

 Smoke all your shit and what you got left?  

 Absolutely high, the sedative  

 Watchin the movie Friday, with a spliff  

 by Chris Tucker, that high motherfucker  

 For anybody, Northern or Southerner  

 See how many blunts we gotta pump up fatter?  

 How many seeds gotta fall in the batter?  

 How many chickens wanna smoke what you smoke?  

 And how many heads ask for just one toke?  

 Now they'll consume, the local dread could care less  

 He'll sell you donkey shit and say it's FRESH  

 for ninety-nine, you suckerrrrrrrrrs!  

 High & Mighty, Mr. Eon, Mighty Mi  

  

 Get your own shit, get your own shit man  

 This my shit, I smoke my shit you smoke your shit  

 Then we'll be fine