Weed - Evil Ed, Jehst, Asaviour

So when I’m fed up I get redder

Mary Jane messed my head up, she could be my best friend forever

At times I regret that I met her when she eats all my cheddar

But she makes life seem better like whatever

Is stressing me out, she settles me down

Put it in the air brev and spread it around

But don’t abuse it, we using the temple ball

From Nepal it’s a mental tool

Meditating like we’re meant to, just the way god intended

When I pick up the pencil and scrawl the splendid

I use to use cigarette, mix and blend it

Now I don’t tend to peng everybody offended

If they critisise weed, defend it

A crystalised hydro glistening

Blow my mind like nitroglycerin

This is the deal, all day, everyday, give you something to feel

We want weed (weed!)

Sticky green trees

Pick out the stalk, no stick and no seed

We stay lean off this THC

Nine ounce to the bar, four bars to the ki

(Watch the) peripheral switch, the weed with slates of chips

Then safley remove the twig, that’s the life of the weeding tip

With king slims and choice blends to no end

High kyer fire, burn sess with friends

But I burn it with the best of them (Who!?)

The broken men, street soldiers striking out us with the leafy stem

High flyers with no focus, loads of Bush and pain

Knock it on to the punters and they’re back again

Buy cheap, sell high and subsidise when to buy

And still I walk straight through this crimson tide

Yet you all polluting, don’t know what one hit could provide

Best just step aside, I take a polemic glide way off into the stratosphere

Astro glazed, I’m being slayed from the potency

Toxicated commodity my property

Meditating with ease, the weed flows through my blood stream

Even the driest shit, thai stick, all types of hybrid

The black resin smelling unpleasant when you light it

This is for the friends I got high with, by with

The glistening eyes and the Chinese eyelids

The sky-high kids from Hackney high rises to Rysmith

With their spliffs in a vice grip

Puffin' Northern Lights

And the smugglers who brought it over borderlines

Flying in for the Cannabis Cup

Till I damage a lung and my cabbage is broke

Either way I’m getting lean today and tomorrow never comes

So I’m sat in my drum strappin' fat shit, I’m done