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letra de get lifted - keith murray

uh-huh
yeah
one two, one two
smokin blunts
mad dog 20/20
we gonna get funky

i grab the forty rip off the skirt
guzzle it, grab the mic and come out the woodworks
when sh-t’s thick and no time to think
keith murray gets busy off a basic instinct
i puff a l and drink some liquor
sit down and write a jam that receive the muhf-ckin sticker
as god as my witness, with the sickness
of a cannibalist cannibus i floats like a c-mulus
my perpetual rebel intellectual
won’t catch a bad experience, with hallucinogenic either
i float simply with the canibus setiva
as my speech fall deep as in the scriptures
and graphic opponents like pic-sso paint in 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

yeah(“i get lifted”)
roll a phillie and get
roll a ziggy and get(“fire up this funk”)
yeah, like that y’all/yeah word up(“i get lifted”)
roll/puff the phillie and get
roll/puff the 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 movie puffin blunts
but verily barely merrily is it dope or the dream
step into my chain izm intervene the smokescreen
i captivate it then cultivate it, jealous of my desire
smoke it down to the fire, anything to get a little higher
i’ve been 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 seeds it gets me high to fly, i ain’t bullsh-ttin
you can ask bill clinton, he could verify that

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 n-gg-z locked down runnin capers
smokin herb, and the bible papers
but how does it feel when you got no fire?
and kyant p-ss fi dutchie pon de leffhand side
what the f-ck? who the f-ck wanna f-ck
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, p-ss 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 p-ss it around
laid back hypnotized to the funky sound, word

“yo man, what’s that guy’s name, the green eyed bandit?
he worked with redman, redman, whatever the f-ck his name is “

- keith murray

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