Get Lifted - Keith Murray

Uh huh, yeah

One two, one two

«Fire up, fire up this funk if ya have to»

Smokin' up blunts

Mad Dog 2020

«Fire up, fire up this funk if ya»

I grab the forty, rip off the skirt

Guzzle it, grab the mic and come out the wood works

When shit’s thick and no time to think

Keith Murray gets busy off of Basic Instinct

I puff an L and drink some liquor

Sit down and write a jam that receive the muhfuckin' stick-up

As God as my witness, with the sickness of a cannibalist cannabis

I floats like a cumulus

My perpetual rebel intellectual

Won’t catch a bad experience with hallucinogenics either

I float strictly with the cannabis sativa

As my speech falls deeper than the scriptures

And graphic opponents, just like Picasso paintin' pictures

If my eyes ain’t red, it’s all in my head

Once said by a Ph. D med

Legalize and I’ll advertise, 'cause

«I get lifted»

Roll a Philly and get, roll a Ziggy and get

«Fire up, fire up this funk if ya have to»

Yeah, like that y’all

Yeah word up

«I get lifted»

Roll a Philly and get, roll a Ziggy and get

«Fire up this funk, fire up this funk»

This the real deal, not a publicity stunt

I gets high like if the man in the Moon be puffing blunts

But verily, barely, merrily, is it dope or the dream?

Step into my chamber of intravenous smokescreen

I captivate it then motivate it, jealous of my desire

Smoke it down to the fire, anything to get a little higher

Hop in to college, but to be truthfully frank

Weed is knowledge, cause it makes me think

I pick anatomy and hem reality like Jah

Rastas read the bible, after puffin sensimillia

And the Sensi it gets me as a fly

I ain’t bullshittin', you can ask Bill Clinton, he can verify that

«I get lifted»

Roll a Philly and get, roll a Ziggy and get

«Fire up, fire up this funk if ya have to»

Yeah, like that y’all

Yeah word up

«I get lifted»

Roll a Philly and get, roll a Ziggy and get

«Fire up this funk, fire up this funk»

Step into this intersection and take this rap

I got a vicious plot, but first take me by the weed spot

I do this for my niggas locked down runnin' capers

Smokin herb, in the bible papers

But how does it feel when you got no fire

And kyant pass de dutchie pon de left hand side

What the fuck?

Who the fuck wanna fuck with the six shot shooter?

I murder you over buddha

What I discuss’ll bust a rhyme style nucleus

And roast them ghostes, puffin hocus-pocus

So kid, pass that bomb trom, word bond

So I can toke it with more wins than a python

Different Strokes for different folks

He like the chocolate Thai, you like to float with the green skunky smoke

Roll up a fat one and pass it around

Laid back, hypnotized to the funky sound 'cause

«I get lifted»

Roll a Philly and get, roll a Ziggy and get

«Fire up, fire up this funk if ya have to»

Yeah, like that y’all

Yeah word up

«I get lifted»

Roll a Philly and get, roll a Ziggy and get

«Fire up this funk, fire up this funk»