Smoke Ya Cess,
Smoke Ya Cess
Smoke Ya Cess,
Smoke Ya Cess
Smoke Ya Cess, Smoke Ya Cess
Smoke Ya Cess
Yo, what's up son,
I know you're hiding the kite
It's warm in the cypher
cause we blaze God's eyes
Mind at ease,
I know my son got my shoulder
In the hell deep,
the flame shines like the solar
Sun full rising like the top, we the blessed
In brain cells, drowning us in the session
Dope concept,
my whole team is cohesive
Gear the eyes up
so other teams can't de feat us
Rake these leaves to break
seeds from the harvest
Roll this up, feed heads like a target
Not your line,
I let the whole state embrace me,
grace me
Men tal hazy, eyes lazy
Lazy, but still on point,
we build lessons
Lifestyle, forward and avow, wow
We anointed, maintain sons,
we be the wise
Build this camp, but let them kids know the size
Smoke incest, smoke incest,
smoke commodity
Yo, no nonsense,
we smoke your whole fuckin' garden
Roots be the true covenant,
fuck a government
Inhale deep,
feel the warmth of submission
When we smoke them out
siders we dismissin'
Full kickback,
we see it all before it happen
Son, act frail and watch those kids
bring the action
No pain, son,
I'm feelin' them from the blessed
Four get high and niggas'
minds get connected
Death camp,
we make it rise like the brewers
Let's get bent and represent
for the sacred
Old style, we'll buck while we sedate it
Let's get luked,
let's get it orchestrated
Sawed in, the mind frame be sufficient
Do this once and lifestyles be delicious
Get these kid s and leave none who
can sing for the DA 4 to a 4 way
Smoke your cess, smoke your cess,
smoke your cess
Come on and get high
We smoke less until we
see like a prophet,
it dries up the brain
and you know you can't stop it,
exhale it, third eye you can tell it
when you shift center,
then your mind frames
Splinter, the hole in your frame is ours
We can feel it,
four tracks slash your Achilles
Still these tracks dwell deeper than cells
And crime tales, plans for cash, absorb me
Get me on a all out, word son,
puff til we fall out
Get shit plush so we can live like Sinatra
Fat ass don't,
splash cologne like a prone
Call out taste, sweet shit gettin' over
Four bill clips, rockin' minks in the Rover
Mike style, wants a profile,
the lifestyle, the whole facet
Condos in gold plastic, layin' low,
catchin' late night shows
And eatin' five -star, Remy Martin at the bar,
son, it's all there
Folk design, top line to get you with it,
camp tighter than the cynics
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