It’s been too long since I’ve been too loud Since I’ve showed you how to rock the crowd Movin’ the masses with my lyrical wordplay Wasting your day setting your iPod to replay My songs over and over and over some more I invade your ears like you’re an aural whore My name is Weed, the microphone’s my bitch Never smoked up but the names’s no glitch I’m hardy, I’m everywhere and I can’t be tamed I can’t be blamed because I can’t be shamed Claiming the crown of lyrical genius Living the funkiest life, maybe not the cleanest The Funk & me, nothing comes between us Except when your girl needs to polish my *radio edit* A lyrical master but a musical Muggle Weed to music like a cactus to snuggle Which is why MC Heb’s my ace in the hole If Weed is the heart, then Heb is the soul Working his bass like Bob Villa works tools He’s pure grain while your crew is O’Douls Fools step up and are quickly mastered Like level 54 on the Robotron blaster So here’s some funk on the Barnson domain You may not have been warned, but please don’t complain There’s no preparation for the DSFT invasion No need to be scared, no need for evasion We make you feel good no matter your affiliation A much better ending than the book of Revelation
Weed’s out
P.S. MC Heb, the gauntlet has been dropped…