I got lungs of a god and a mouth like a missile, Hit the strain, let it ripple, then I scribble in riddles, Every syllable’s brittle, I break beats brittle, Like a dragon in a trap house breathin’ fire through crystals Every word I say a strain code cracked, Hybrid head high with a bassline smack Got a mind like a Rolodex full of extracts, I could freestyle a grow plan just from a dab I don’t inhale, I absorb, Like THC got a throne in my core, My Chevy’s a temple, the blunt is a torch, And the smoke got me floatin’ through metaphor doors White Widow, Jack Herer, and that Apple Fritter, Smoke swirlin’ round my face like I’m conjurin’ a scripture Got a dab so thick it could seal up a fissure, And a verse so slick it could gaslight a blister Pineapple Express through my cortex rippin’, Hit so hard it rewound my vision, Rewrote my past with a kush collision, Now I rhyme like a prophet with a lung condition I be breakin’ these lines like laws on a mission, Flippin’ these strains like cards of addiction Got Sativa thoughts that evolve like fiction And an Indica hum like the Earth’s own friction Yo—rollin’ in a Chevy with the smell so loud, You could hear it through the city like a siren sound I don’t ride with a pound — I float with a cloud, Like Zeus with a zip locked deep in the ground Every bar I pen got a terp and a tempo, Every rhyme in my head like a psycho crescendo Every hit that I take got a purpose and echo, I’m the weed game’s Da Vinci — hydro mental This that vortex rap, with the syntax wild, Every breath I take like I birthed a mile Of bars so complex you’d decode ‘em in trial Like a courtroom cipher in a green weed pile Gorilla Glue 4 in the bloodline burnin’, Got a vape so strong that the sky start turnin’ Got a mind so quick that the beat can’t catch it So I tie it to the flow like a rhyme-built bracket Every lyric that I spit got a seed and a stalk, Like I wrote it in a greenhouse, speakin’ in chalk On the walls of the world with the strain I walk And the THC trails when the Chevy don’t stop I be ghostin’ the lane in a Kush car chase, Swerve with the verse in a terp-slicked space And I keep it so raw, it could melt your face Like a dab hit laced with a quantum base Yo—how the hell I spit this fast? With a blunt in my lip and a green book stash Got a vocabulary built like a gas mask, Pullin’ deep like a hit that could fracture glass Cough once, shift timelines Cough twice, write five rhymes By the third hit, I’m divine By the fourth I’m spittin’ out Einstein lines This that never-give-a-f*** flow, built for the brave, Where the beat try to run but I pull it by the chain Got a cerebral flame with a chronic embrace And I eat through beats like I munch on strain Sour Diesel in my liver, and my heart beat rollin’, Cadillac puff but the Chevy still stolen If you ain’t chokin’, then you probably just copin’ I spit like a strain hit and left your brain broken My weed game ancient, my flow too new, Like I fused Shakespeare with a Crip and a Jew On a rocket to Mars with a kush-blown view While I roll up history and twist it into truth Six minutes ain’t a test — it’s a therapy session, I confess to the resin with expressive aggression No hook, no rest, just complex obsessions Spittin’ quantum bars under herbal possession (final line echo, fading into smoked-out distortion) “I don’t breathe smoke… smoke breathes me.”
