RADIATION LUNG POLLUTION(ACTUAL FIRST VERSION 2011)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Supa Sortahuman] I'm posted chillin', writin', smokin', drinkin', thinkin' 'bout my past Then my homies came through and asked "Where the hell's the sack?" Petey handed me the bowl of sour so I took a couple drags Then proceeded to go to the back and get hash up out the sack Save a little just to make it last, that's Supa's motto We spend on these trees like we just won the lotto I'm chiefin' for a reason like we ain't gon' see tommorow 'Til we fall asleep and makes some Zs like Zorro Inhaling vapors and feeling no sorrow, don't feel no pain I feel bad for the people who never kicked it with Mary Jane She radiates all through my brain, enhances every thought I think Even makes my food better and I have more fun when I drink Gimme a bag of that sticky-sticky, I need a eighth for the 60 60 Different shit, just like the 60s, this Elvis Presley, them dudes is filthy Riding 45 in the 50, I smoked good joints now I am spliffy Damn this bong really got me lifted, I rap so tight people say I'm gifted [Verse 2: Lil Ugly Mane] Puffing on that paradise, that kush has got me paralyzed Verified, I'm very high, whip so clean, it's sterilized Terrorize yo block, you in my way, why ain't ya movin'? Me and Supa Sortahuman rolled a quarter in a cuban Now we grooving Feeling extra throwed, hot like wings, them buffalos Just to let you bustas know, them duffle bags got extra dough Only fuck with sexy hoes, I swear I leave the rest alone Underground, I'm lesser known, but in hood they feel my testimony Y'all ain't smoking on my level Y'all ain't fucking on my level Y'all ain't dranking on my level Y'all ain't nothing on my level These fools they need'na listen, they probably smoking that resin They talkin' all of that shit, I probably pull out my weapon That sour diesel be relievin' my stress, gettin' me right I swear it's hard to not just walk outside, ready to fight Lime green cannabis, color of praying mantises No stems, no seeds, crystals like they amethyst