[Verse 1 : TaskRok] You put the flower in the grinder and you crank it In bed with Mary, you could find her in my blanket You got fire, I’ma blaze it, call it rise to the occasion Fat shatter patties, budder drying in the basement I don’t need no provocation to smoke, my occupation’s to toke Even though it’s also making me broke Come on Barack Obama gotta lend some change with the stroke of the pen Quit persecuting all of those you're supposed to defend How’d it be, taking tokes of the Sour D, hourly Gone like a falcon on the balcony I’m trippin when I’m out of weed I need a Buddha sack, that Pre-98 Bubba, Headband, the Super Jack Blowing never get far, opening the fresh jar Little Skywalker choking on the Death Star Spoil bragger, e-nail coil rapper Royal shatter rapper spitting harder than my oil spatter
[Hook] My whole click keeps blowing all the glass Growin all the grass and smoking all your hash It's a green rush But we ain’t in it just for cash We in it for the love till death dust and ash
[Verse 3 : TaskRok] Recession proof, I never need a bail out I’m waiting for the postman, my drugs are on his mail route I can do anything myself except for self doubt So I don’t ever seek help, I only help out It’s mad work, we doing lots of trimming Then getting stoned like Islamic women When cops slippin, the system is flawed Isn’t it odd, when Gods given us plans When it’s stances that laws forbid them And watch out if you black and you speaking Spanish Cause that racist law was made to attack and defeat Hispanics It’s propaganda, we laughin at reefer madness But the privatized prisons will profit when people vanish That’s why I feel like the loneliest dude The only one out of my friends without a Mobius tube It’s rude, I don’t collect, I just buy and I use I kinda abuse, my glass clogged, try and defuse, you lose