Keith Murray - Get Lifted Lyrics
[erick sermon]Uh-huhYeahOne two, one twoSmokin bluntsMad dog 20/20We gonna get funky[keith murray]I grab the forty rip off the skirtGuzzle it, grab the mic and come out the woodworksWhen shits thick and no time to thinkKeith murray gets busy off a basic instinctI puff a l and drink some liquorSit down and write a jam that receive the muh*****in stickerAs God as my witness, with the sicknessOf a cannibalist cannibus I floats like a cumulusMy perpetual rebel intellectualWont catch a bad experience, with hallucinogenic eitherI float simply with the canibus setivaAs my speech fall deep as in the scripturesAnd graphic opponents like picasso paint in picturesIf my eyes aint red, its all in my headOnce said by a ph.d medLegalize and Ill advertise, cuz*chorus*[yeah] (i... get lifted)[roll a phillie and get][roll a ziggy and get] (fire up this funk)[yeah, like that yall/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 stuntI gets high like if the man in the movie puffin bluntsBut verily barely merrily is it dope or the dreamStep into my chain izm intervene the smokescreenI captivate it then cultivate it, jealous of my desireSmoke it down to the fire, anything to get a little higherIve been to college but to be truthfully frankWeed is knowledge, cause it makes me thinkI pick anatomy and hem reality like jahRastas read the bible, after puffin sensimilliaAnd the seeds it gets me high to fly, I aint bullshittinYou can ask bill clinton, he could verify that*chorus*Step into this intersection and take this rapI got a vicious plot but first take me by the weed spotI do this for my niggaz locked down runnin capersSmokin herb, and the Bible papersBut how does it feel when you got no fire?And kyant pass fi dutchie pon de leffhand sideWhat the *****? who the ***** wanna *****With the six shot shooter, I murder you over buddhaWhat I discussll bust a rhyme style nucleusAnd roast them ghostes, puffin hocus pocusSo kid, pass that bomb trom word bondSo I can toke it with more wins than a pythonDifferent strokes for different folksHe like the chocolate thaiYou like to float with the green skunky smokeRoll up a fat one and pass it aroundLaid back hypnotized to the funky sound, word*chorus 2x*Yo man, whats that guys name, the green eyed bandit?He worked with redman, redman, whatever the ***** his name is...
