Verse 1 (Klinik):
Cuz I was born in the weed spot, born in a kief box
Born while my mama was blowin' on that green stuff
Born just to chief pot, higher than a treetop
Seeds not found in my sack, not the cheap crop
Police try to eavesdrop even tho they need not to speak
The most potentest trees are gettin' blowin in jeeps
With Illmatic bumpin', cuz It Ain't Hard To Tell
The Halftime for whack rhyme cats is gettin' started now
Throw the mic in your face and watch it start to swell
Then I kick back, grab my drink, spark an L
I blaze the harvest well, and pass the mic to Newt
And that that moment's when he handed me a fat ass doob
We don't be actin' rude, we act rather kind
My attitude is good because I blaze the fattest dimes
Now can y'all match the rhymes? Cuz y'all can't match the nugs
Most rappers talk a lot of shit but they can't back it up
I let the track erupt, and spit that magma flow
A lot of lava is droppin' due to a sack of dro
Watch how I pack a bowl and sprinkle a layer of kief
I push it down so that it's flat, then I'm ready to chief
This ain't a game, I don't just play on a beat
Everything that I say is a claim I can meet
Can all my smokers kapeesh? Because you know it's that deep
I splash hash in my Kraft macaroni and cheese
Wake and bake with some Trainwreck, end the night with some Irene
There's 90 strains on your wishlist and you've barely touched 19
I've likely smoked what your smokin', so yeah I know if it's potent
So when you claim you got the best that's when I know that you're jokin', bitch!
Hook:
We blaze a harvest in a matter of minutes
Split cigars, spittin' bars, Nappy Newt and The Klinik
A thick jar is gettin' rolled of that import spinach
The best money can afford, don't you ever forget it! x2
Verse 2 (Nappy Newt):
I got Murderville to Murkside, Betty Jones and Jimmy Fly
Swisher shells ready to blow, no jammin' out the bowl
That new clone to grow that, harvest time to match that
Strapman on the Eastside, stack my product same time
Cold cuts with bowed legs, no laugh and I'm next
Drop in some Cocalina, bubble pounds to finance
Sour Diesel, Trainwreck, Green Crack and Irene
OG Kush be superloud, mixed with G13
Superskunk, Blueberry, Deathstar and Spacequeen
Fill each one with many blunts, stay blowin' that killer green
Blunt, joint, bong, steamroller, vaporizer
Hit that bitch like a man if you wanna smoke with me again!
Fuck the bammer, I can't do it, I've got that medical supply
I don't have no customers, I buy to get high!
Been puffin' Herbal Remedy, smokin' up the Wicca shake
Holdin' it in until you cough, don't give yourself a break
The streets say they keep it, but I'm hearin' there's a drought
Pass the hoot to The Klinik and spit about what we about
Smokin', blowin', burnin', chiefin'
We blaze everyday, it goes double on the weekends!
Hook x2
Call and Resonse Bridge:
Now everybody say I love!
*I love!*
That chronic!
*That chronic!*
I like it!
*I like it!*
And I loooove it
*And I loooove it* x2
The Mefadone Klinik is a producer, emcee and deejay from Indianapolis, IN that likes to get his fingers dirty in the dollarbins and then press some pads and write some raps.
London's Da Flyy Hooligan's brash and vivid lyrics are overlaid on beats from American hip-hop crew The Beat Junkies. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 27, 2024