Verse 1 Strains on the shelf like a library of flame, Kush Cream Cake front page, etched in my name. Gelato, Runtz, Zkittlez—scroll the hall of fame, Each nug a scripture, every rip a new claim. Ascend through the vapor, knowledge in the grain, Terps teach the tongue what the brain can’t contain. Trichome telescope—zoom past the pain, Stoner sage mode, rewrite the game. Verse 2 Bong load a thesis, thesis load the dome, Inhale the doctrine, exhale the chrome. Sativa scriptures lift the catacomb, Indica gospels plant roots back home. So many strains, so much to attain, Hybrid hymns harmonize the strain. Mind do a cartwheel, break the chain, We don’t chase highs—we build the plane. Hook (x2 – chant-like, rising) So many strains, knowledge to gain, Ascend, ascertain—break the mundane! Dank in the veins, let the wisdom rain, Stoner gods rise—fuck the profane! Verse 3 Blue Dream blueprint, draw the skyline, OG Kush oracle, read the pine. Sour D diesel—ignite the mind, Granddaddy sermon, purple divine. Pack it like prophecy, torch it like lore, Rip pull the cosmos through the core. Eyes roll back, see the ancient score, Every puff a portal, open one more. Verse 4 Trichome tantras, chant in the mist, Resin rosary twist on the wrist. Strain lineage traced—botanist twist, Crossbreed kings, genetic alchemist. No mid in the cipher, only the elite, Kush Cream crown, throne in the heat. Knowledge cascade, wash the concrete, We don’t get high—we complete. Hook (x2 – layered, hypnotic) So many strains, knowledge to gain, (inhale deep) Ascend, ascertain—break the mundane! (exhale free) Dank in the veins, let the wisdom rain, (feel the strain) Stoner gods rise—fuck the profane! (claim the reign) Verse 5 Durban Poison dagger, pierce the veil, Wedding Cake covenant—never stale. Gorilla Glue gospel, stick to the tale, Jack Herer journal, truth unveiled. Bong rip recital, verse by verse, Smoke signal semaphore—reverse the curse. Mind bloom fractal, universe immerse, Strain study sacred...
