Weed Farmer - The Jacka

Call me the ganja farmer

ganja

Military helicopters flow through the air

Babylon comin'

There’ll be war between us

Islam — we heavy readers

Faith so heavy, they can’t read, but still believers

Crackers credit everything;

we the real genius

Get it out there to be sharp, then they string us

Hide the facts in these raps but these thoughts are the meaning

Ain’t it fly that words bring art, like a painting

Keep us all slaves to our thoughts, but they failin'

Yeah, the ancient Egypts chartered Mars, while y’all was sailin'

They came back, the ship crashed in the mountains, they start fading

They were lost in the Caucasoid mountains, their skins changing

We traveled with the scalpel, we found 'em, we called 'em lepers

We brought 'em in, cleaned 'em up, they smelled like German shepherds

Even to this day, they get wet, they smell like Pinschers

Brought 'em back and they payed my weed plants special attention

I woke up, they snuck away in the night with our inventions

Call me the ganja farmer

ganja

Military helicopters flow through the air

Babylon comin'