Sweet Sinsemilla

Mystic Roots

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    Sweet sensemilla burning in the night
    Sweet sensemilla Yeah Gonna make you feel right

    I remember the day when
    Jah Jah showed me the way
    Irie meditation
    It is the only way
    So don't you abuse it Yeah
    Its resource is a must
    So build a splif
    And pass it to us

    As I sit here, I look strait up
    And stay in Jah light

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    I just woke up
    I've got fourteen hours to go
    Lord knows I won't waste my day on heroin or blow
    Cali Herb Cali Herb
    Can you feel its effect
    Give thanks and praise for
    Jah most majestic gift

    I sit up on top a my Mystic sound and I burn a mi ganja pipe
    Chico cops come and tell me that's not right
    I just burn it and pass it 'pon de right
    And then dem commin' and dem look pon Natty Dread and them say
    "Hey, Natty Dreadlocks, where you come from?
    You must have 2 stick a sensi under your tam."
    No, Officer, Lord, you must be mad
    He only smokes cigarettes, strictly shwag
    But I man cootdog smoke the good sensi
    I sit up on top a my Mystic sound with my Mystic posse
    And then me light it in a bong, smoke upon the chron
    Fill it in my lungs, my mind and body strong…

    I'm freakin', I'm funkin', I'm ill-smokin' skunk
    And I smoke hella grass and I smash like the pumpkins
    I feel uplifted, gifted they say, because I stay
    Blunted all li-di-di-da-di-day
    My rap gets shorter, in the court there's no order
    When I reach in my pocket for a 1 and a quarter
    Zig-zag, big bag a buddha that be stinky like yo' beaver
    Cause I just smoke cannibus-sativa
    I leave a roach in your ash tray, blast way
    Up in a cloud a smoke while I freak nasty
    Ladies love a man because he's fly
    But I ain't lovin' nothin' but my high
    Lay low, stay low, I'll stay straight to the point
    Stay strapped with a bong; in the clip: it's the joint
    Keep two in my pocket cause I always love to rock it
    I like to smoke a joint with my lady before I knock it
    Ashes to ashes dust to dust
    Pack another bowl with the sticky green stuff
    So ruff, so tuff, I'm straight buddha-blessin'
    But on the realla, the Mystic Roots got a question:
    Who freaks the funk? The Ill funk-freaka
    Smokin' straight: Sweet sensimillia

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