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letra de smoke filled room - urban beatnics

[verse 1]
boom, herbs from the planet
the funky kind of sh-t that makes you wanna do damage
yeah, light it up, take 3 hits and then p-ss
that’s some insense, some black lights rappin for some cash
the posse and me, we get together
wether or not it’s one or two, i still call it a crew
cause yo homie, we gets blunted while yall choke
just a bunch of cool brothers in line for the toke yo
the urban beatnics, high rank with much status
with the help of boom and much boom apparatus
cause yo we always joke, and choke when we be lampin’
if we’re not at home, that’s the chance that we be campin’ out
at another brothers house, rolling up the sess bud
sittin’ down, then we p-ssing it around
poppin’ a tape or some drums and b-sslines
as the blunts completes the struggles while i taste my wine
then i start zonin’, i want a girl for bonin’
but she ain’t around but i still ain’t alone
so i grab the philly blunts then i dump the mad boom
and then i get prepared for the smoke filled room

[mixed]
spark your brain cells
out goes the blunt

[verse 2]
in the smoke filled room, we smoke boom so get back
if you can’t toke the smoke you choke from the contact, black
hit the blunts, ready for combat
straight to the brain while the savage play the slow lane
john coletrain, and the speakers boom
after 3 blunts in a smoke filled room
billie holiday and some sess to ?fly sh-t?
that’s how i cool cause i’m an urban beatnic
sarah vaughan’s next on the fly really real
never on repeat, i listen to the real deal
when i sit back an co-lounge with the herbs
think of a pen, and throw down nouns and verbs
take another toke goin’ straight to the head
just like jesus my eyes get red
flaming fire, back to take heads
in the smoke filled room, smokin’ mad boom

[mixed]
spark your brain cells
out goes the blunt

[verse 3]
now, get prepared for what i’m speakin’
this is how we kicks the fly mix on the weekend
gettin’ a ride then we eject to get the stuff that’s much live
then we slam it in the one point five
on the ave is where you see me
me and my boys for life, we just lamp by ?konishiki?
sparkin’ that lighter and it’s hot like lava
so duck, listen up as i explain ?????

[verse 4]
in the smoke filled room i smoke a blunt for self
when i wake up in the mornin’
every day stretching and yawnin’
glad to be livin’ and breathin’
never got played, time to get payed
on the realer real, i blast last poets
wake up time and i’mma let my labels know it
herb plant goin’ straight to the brain
they won’t legalize it cause they said he sniffin’ caine
floating like a b-tterfly, stingin’ like a bee
f-ck george bush, f-ck kenny g
kenny g’s playin’ sounds like vanilla’s rappin’
f-ck brooke shields cause i want tracy chapman
to sing me a song, her lyrics really move me
a perfect presentation of a black woman’s beauty
me and her could sit back and smoke mad boom
and she’ll get chalked and warm in the smoke filled room

[mixed]
spark your brain cells
out goes the blunt

- urban beatnics

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