Verse 1
We’re just chillaxing, with a knack for a lack of action, still we stomp these fun guys, with a dumb rhyme, tough acting tinaktin/ Macking on a dime piece, never slacking on my fine speech, when I’m rapping on this fine beat, roll up that fire leaf/ Puff puff, and it don’t stop, in a nice lounge where there’s no cops, where there’s no props for grown men who tell me I can’t grow crops/ Man this herb’s been here longer than you, and the earth knows better, what it could and can’t do!
Herbalist slash Verbalist, I see your nervousness when their be purp in this, word stupendous perfectness adjourn your tremendous worthlessness/ Been birthed in this abyss, amongst the mist, been kissed and dissed, dismissed crossed off the list, but still this gift uplift and shift the continents with it’s relentless confidence! / Consequence of being a wack nicca is, your writs can’t really really fuck with the kids’ lyrics is what I got, and what I got is hot, and what you got is not, so I’mma blow the spot UP like Pixar, rip that cigar blunt, and get with sick little thick chick stars, so after I spit hard, more strings get pulled than electric guitars!
Chorus
Chillax my brother, chillax my friend, roll up another, and toke it in
Chillax my brother, chillax my friend, roll up another, and toke it in
Verse 2 Intro
Now I’m back with another one, cause on the mic I’m so troublesome, got all these light bubble gum rappers doing a double run, run, run
Verse 2
The herb is so impeccable, superb and recreational, it makes the people wanna stand up, put they hands up, and it still sucks, that it’s illegal, may peace greet you wherever you walk and your feet lead you away from the real evil, pride and greed, wrath, gluttony, sloth, lust, and envy/ Man this herb’s been here longer than you, and the earth knows better what it could and can’t do!
The following are various diseases treated by marijuana:
Digestive diseases, hepatitis c, leukemia, colorectal cancer, skin tumors, epilepsy, and sleep apnea, anorexia nervosa, turetts, depression, glaucoma, gliomas, dystonia, and bipolar disorder
This little herb never hurt nobody, very unlike all them boom boom shotties, that you’re seeing in the parties of the armies, and the parties where bacardi’s been sipped too much for one body, so now you see somebody get bodied for invading a hottie/ Jimmy did you see somebody? I’m playi ng Atari, man I’m so so sorry, sorry/
I’m just chillaxing with a knack for a lack of action, still I stomp these fun guys, with a dumb rhyme, tough acting tinaktin/ Macking on a dime piece, never slacking on my fine speech, when I’m rapping on this fire beat, roll up that fine leaf/
Chillaxing Smoke Interlude
Hahaa, I didn’t hit it, aight this one’s for real
Aight
Damn yo, where’d the music go?
Some fire shit, bring it back!
Chorus
Chillax my brother, chillax my friend, roll up another, and toke it in
Chillax my brother, chillax my friend, roll up another, and toke it in
And toke it in
Chillax my brother, chillax my friend, roll up another, and toke it in
Chillax my brother, chillax my friend, roll up another, and toke it in
