"How Much Weed Can You Really Smoke?"  Parental Advisory genre: Hip Hop
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	A hilarious hip hop take on the large number of "green" youths in America, featuring tight (and hysterical) rhymes from Pale Knight and Rockland County underground MCs Professor Greentree and Lord Burnt.
	MP3.com CD: New Millennium Blues - buy it! CD: New Millennium Blues   Label: Metaphor Entertainment Credits: Feat. Professor Greentree and Lord Burnt - Produced by Mazin Star (c) 1999
	Lyrics lyrics by m. greenbaum, c. wolther, & r. potter chorus (x2) how much weed can you really smoke? how much weed can you really smoke? professor greentree: it's the great american smokeout we gettin' smoked up been hitting bongs long before cheech met chong long before fire was around rubbin two cannibis branches together then inhaling the fumes seein northern lights that'll make the room shine after being consumed purple haze that'll leave you in a daze we got kids nowadays smokin dirt pine needles oregano claimin it's hydro you need to get hooked on chronic to get the info straight lazy eyes sayin they baked i'm greentree and it's the sensi i pee shit eat my blood stream leaks green addicted to the weed not a problem for me professor of ecology herbal biology blessed because of my lost status masters of the blunt wrappin bowl packin don't remember a day without smoke inhalation on a mission for constant elevation so twist another el and send it in my direction chorus lord burnt: i was waitin all night just to get off work to smoke buddha and not get jerked and that's better better when you let a little bit of buddha fist style make you smile no more chokin on the ever mental trial run into a honey dip later on she say ooo child you somethin and you say ok we'll sit back and parlay and talk about the mary jane way how much weed can you really smoke? before your brain's soaked before your brain blows up me herbal poetry took half an ounce free blunts then inverted shotguns in my mouth lie back on the wall now install they held me up i couldn't fall and my head is ponted south every thought weighed a ton lock myself in the bathroom in the tub my mind said to my left hand rub my eyes they can't shut wide open with the gutter to see another blunt under the door eggy rowe with the raw some more let's get that bag i see a bitch ass sea hag chorus pale knight: how much weed can you really smoke? how many blunts can you really toke? it ain't a joke i seen your lungs expanding to burst and what's worse you tried to exhale in a verse you got your head blown shoulda known i sit on the throne you sulkin like macauley culkin home all alone i like to roam mentally through different levels of thought don't fuck with me linguistically your tongue's in a knot and all you got is mental numbers that confuse you in your slumber you went to college to learn that two times twice four is dumber blunt runner way more better way in the summer number runner part time tuition shotgunner chorus (x2) professor greentree: maryjane through my veins been blazin since creation p tetra hydro cannibanoid it's a constant elevation take a toke from this live fire take a toke to get you higher rhymes meant to inspire like the marijuana enhance laugh but only if you wanna remember i ain't skip pass it quick get it to my lip inhale exhale get as much as i can get before i'm left without it left without it fore i'm left without it left without it onto the next cyph the next cyph onto the next cyph the next cyph twice as nice as a double barreled blunt gun tries to take my life destroy my lung so i'll be left with one but i'm like bring on the bong let's get cheech and chong eyed you only live once right tonight might be that night right i got the light with mary's smoke in sight my chest is getting tight no more day or night they've combined for the fight or has my mind taken flight left this place to live another life chorus lord burnt: lord burnt comin in with his eyes glazin my boys we been blazin my brain's like a raisin in the sun smoke resin in the bong no water no clog dry hot blasted like smog smokin blunts in malls mary jane in the halls of the mind me and her intertwined white branches with crystal chimes ringin in my brain vortex barkin like rex dark side like beck's high anxiety adrenaline muscle flex no longer harbor on the golden rule with the hashish so stoned you drool fully baked never abbreviate how i'm livin weed keeps bringin relaxation and an energy sensation and a new revelation so how much weed do you really smoke? chorus pale knight: i bring mental relaxation to mental constipation verbal ex-lax to all peoples and all nations caucasians two latinos chillin with two asians and a haitian on the south side of penn station so i laced em with my blazin amazin weed creations hawaiian hydroponic mixed with hash that was malaysian they was sayin that they was weed smokers from back in the days and they got on it with bubonic chronic and purple haze i said please you can't fuck with a smoker like me they took one toke and then they broke straight down to their knees and they was wheezin' and their pupils were dilated and they hated that they had perpetrated on marijuana incorporated chorus to fade (c) R. Potter 1999

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