Mac Lethal – Marijuana Plants on Saturn (DEMO)

MAC LETHAL “MARIJUANA PLANTS ON SATURN [DEMO]”

“and if they question you just throw an honest answer at em 
my words are oozing with the visuals of Ansel Adams.”

LYRICS:

Just when you thought I fell off…

I’m falling through the ice… yeah, haha…
hypnotic molecules, as molly fuels these college fools,
and in my brain the lava cools, and if it rains then i’ll be cool,
like I just put a golden champagne bottle on some ice…
Salvador Dali tools, blind lovers, hard truths,
blood bubble clouds, in a sky colored chartreuse,
reagan era babies slangin handmade crack,
flippin cakes, writin songs, call it pancake rap,
ew, they hate me as the pancake rapper
i made half a million dollars bein a pancake rapper,
you little pancake rappers,
tryin to diss me when you never even met me
and i still give you a handshake after

i’m just movin… tryin to squeeze a cup of juice from out the revolution
never losin ever, never loosen pressure, keep squeezin
keep dreamin, the sweet sea breeze is only comin
for those drummin for those hummin without cheap reasons
the president is black a second term
you got a problem with it fuck you let it burn
man someone that never grows is just someone that never learns
you shoulda dumped your blunt ashes out instead you kept an urn

My wife is pregnant, I got a son that’s comin soon
I’m excited to explain the rain, the thunder and the moon,
but I’m just frightened of the pain, the blame, the suffering, the spoon
of heroin, that made, Dr. Dre’s son tumble to the tomb,
so I’m guessin, the way to teach him health is life’s essence,
is never make my presence be a present
and i can’t be there every single second but i’ll bless him with the weaponry
to think to guess to search to dream to question
everything. question everything, question the world until you feel convinced
question all your neighbors, if they bother you then build a fence,
question every woman, every hooker, every village wench,
and if you get no answers, it don’t matter cuz you’re still a prince
and if they question you just throw an honest answer at em
my words are oozing with the visuals of Ansel Adams
i’m like a cancer atom, i’m like a marijuana plant on Saturn,
as i vandalize your brain with frantic patterns
i got another factoid to spit
every time i see these little swag boys and shit
i find a stack of tabloids to rip
then i kneel in my backyard praying for an asteroid to hit
just hit, like you’re Pacquiao punchin Cotto
just hit, like you’re trainin with Cus D’amato
just hit when i adjust the motto, follow
the buck that bought a bottle coulda fucked a model

i’m just movin… tryin to squeeze a cup of juice from out the revolution
never losin ever, never loosen pressure, keep squeezin
keep dreamin, the sweet sea breeze is only comin
for those drummin for those hummin without cheap reasons
the president is black a second term
you got a problem with it fuck you let it burn
man someone that never grows is just someone that never learns
you shoulda dumped your blunt ashes out instead you kept an urn

I’m gettin’ money! Hey! Hey!
We get that 40 hours every week money (repeat a few times)

I’m like a hominid, taking psilocybin mushrooms, creatin’ language
I’m rapping from a place of anguish
high roller bitch, I bankroll Vegas,
it’s industrial poison like all the Rainbow Agents
this ain’t homophobic nah but fuck your homo Prada coat
I would rather put you in the fuckin Gogoplata choke
I would rather be your bitch, or give you the drawls
I’d rather do a song with Nicki Minaj… barf
…It’s the Krazy Eyed Killa
Larry David, aged Scotch, 85 swiller,
so give these new leather shoes a spit shine for dad
Mac Lethal’s back AND THIS TIME HE’S MAD

i’m just movin… tryin to squeeze a cup of juice from out the revolution
never losin ever, never loosen pressure, keep squeezin
keep dreamin, the sweet sea breeze is only comin
for those drummin for those hummin without cheap reasons
the president is black a second term
you got a problem with it fuck you let it burn
man someone that never grows is just someone that never learns
you shoulda dumped your blunt ashes out instead you kept an urn

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