So I poked a hole in my bowl and it broke...
I just got this thing like two weeks ago, fuck!
But it's alright I got some apples and oranges
From the foreigner at the market tossing sausages

And offering an off brand of contraband
Out the back of his monkey's minivan
But I had to say "No thanks, man!
I just wanna smoke some herb and eat these yams!"

Then his wife turned around with a butt like DAMN!
So I slapped some shades on my face and I ran
Full speed to dive head first into the ham
But she slammed it shut and smacked me in the diaphragm

Somebody help! I think I need an ambulance
And my cannabis to get me feeling fabulous
Come ride with us and you can rhyme with us
And we're combustible so come on and get comfortable

Cause it's a wonderful life
Caught up in the cypher, we don't wanna fight ya
Hit you with a bong but my lyrics might slice ya
Big ole dong when I walk up to the microphone

When I'm in my zone let me write you a poem
No one flows like me
Every time I walk up on the seen they're cheesin
Can I get another bowl pack please?

Must be the cannabis deciphering the universe
What's the color of fame? Is it red or is it black?
Is it a dream or a chase for stacks
Underneath the canopies of the modern version of fantasy
I think we have an emergency now can't you see
Must be the cannabis

Now that I've got your attention
let's ease the tension by mentioning erections
And all the dry stains they cause
Like a Weinstein trying to maintain his balls before the fall

Let me tell ya...

Fame is the call of a fake life of climbing the wall
shaking off the flaws like a wet dog
Doused in alcoholic beverages

Leveraging his enemies messes
When he's met with electric credibility
Effective with the methods of mental wrestling
It's incredibly heavy and maybe a little bit deadly

You gotta be ready to put up with the bullies in the belly of the beast
before you end up deceased after the feast
Living in the middle of mysterious melodies
I'm a literal lyrical deity of literacy

Leaving a legacy in my wake
As I'm spanking the cake
I'm waking and a baking
I'm not a saint not following fate

I got a lot on my plate
And I lied for high stakes
If I could fly to a place in space
Make no mistake, my face could be replaced

Like the piece of your heart you lost to love
Trying to keep the pace in the dark at the cost of lust
In every gust of wind I look up

When I must be steadily grinning
Like Lennon imagining all the people winning and living for today