Yo, spark that— This the sound of a genius on diesel with demons inside of a mental asylum, Rollin’ a blunt while I’m readin’ through science, mixin’ up strains like a chemical tyrant, I’m cookin’ up words in a verse like I’m burnin’ the herb in reverse with a terminal virus, Got a cerebral cortex more flexed than a stoned-out cyborg murderin’ tyrants I be twistin’ the leaf like origami, flow Tsunami With a tsunami in my lungs, I’m breathin’ chronic like it’s oxygen for godly armies Ain’t no carbon copy, just me in a Chevy with a fatty like Megan Thee Stallion ridin’ shoddy Bumpin’ Gates in the back, brain racin’ on wax, and I’m faded off tracks like I’m trippin’ in Bali Yo—what you know about puffin’ on pressure so potent it open the portals to parallel lands? Mixin’ the Jack Herer with Sherb and a hit of the Haze, now I’m speakin’ in alien slang Rollin’ through time with a mind like Tesla, thoughts like Tesla coils when I flex the pen Every strain I name’s a blade in the war of the flame, got smoke pourin’ outta my limbs again They call it a zip, I call it a scroll, I unravel it slow like a prophecy code I’m talkin’ to ghosts in a cloud that I blow while I’m burnin’ the pages of medical notes They said I should quit, I said, “Bitch, I evolve,” I’m a god in a garden of ganja resolved With a zip locked deep in the console vault, got THC coded in my DNA salt My bars too layered, too rare, too twisted Every metaphor hit like a spliff with a spirit that’s split in a mirror dimension lifted Got terpenes whisperin’ secrets inside of my sinus, I’m smilin’ like Riddler with riddles encrypted I’m high but I write like I’m fightin’ a villain inside of my mind with a cipher that’s vicious Yeah—coughin’ but I ain’t weak, I’m speakin’ in tongues with a cheek full of heat Got a rhyme in the chamber, my cadence a laser that vaporizers couldn’t even compete My syllables spin like rims on a Chevy when I’m dippin’ with indica-infused adrenaline And I’m sippin’ on nothin’ but resin and spit, got a language of flame that I manifest in Crackin’ the code of the stoner divine Every strain I describe got a soul in its spine White Widow with the Lemon Haze punch Turn a scholar to a zombie in a single lunchtime I don’t just inhale—I decode, decompose Every terp I taste like a note in a symphony blown Mix Durban with Do-Si-Dos, see ghosts Might float through the past and the future alone Yo—mind on fire, with a blunt so dense it could crack a skull Sativa screamin’ through my bloodstream, logic in a chokehold I don’t rap fast for clout—I rap fast ‘cause my brain too loud And my lungs got a loud so proud that the smoke wrap sound in a burial shroud Every rhyme I lace is a maze in flames Every puff I take is a page in pain Every beat I break is a chain unchained Like I’m Eminem with a strain in the rain Even my thoughts got munchies My punchlines crunch like Kush on Sundays I don’t do mids, I’m a scholar of thunder With a strain for each mood and a metaphor hunter I be swervin’ with verbs while I burn the reserve, My words in a blur like a sermon disturbed I’m the strain lord, vein-poured, flow unexplored You still smokin’ stress? I’m evolved and absurd Cadillac dreams in a Chevy base Smoke pour out like a chemical case I don’t even need to inhale anymore, I just speak and the room get laced Let me slow it for a second just to catch y’all up Then I snap right back like I’m packin’ a punch With a mind so sharp I could slice through blunts And a flow so dense, it combusts mid-lunch Got joints like scrolls, got bowls like spells Got rhymes that could trap a soul in a shell This ain’t just rap—it’s sorcery stoned I’m channelin’ gods through the terps I own Break down a strain like it’s language lost Purple Punch got me feelin’ like a phantom boss Got a sack so fat, it could launch exhaust And a mind so fast it defies all clocks No brakes, no hooks, no limits Just six straight minutes of infinite spinnin’ Like the Chevy wheels while I’m twistin’ the linen With a blunt so thick it’s a wizard’s ribbon This that high-level verbal aviation Twista speed with Em’s wordplay nation Every bar’s like a flame on a rotation This my strain storm symphonic invasion
