America’s Most Blunted (demo)

Lyrics

[Intro: Madlib] Come out to show them— Like, open the bruise up and let some of the bruise blood come out to show them— Come out to show them— Come out to show them— Come out to show them— Come out to show them— Come out to show them— Come out to show them— Music (Bad weed right there, infectious) Listening to music while stoned is a whole new world (Tore up, man) Most cannabis consumers report it second only to sex (Woo) And grass will change your musical habits for the better America's most blunted Where the trees at? Soon as he start sleepin', catchin' you off guard If you'll all gather closer at the phonograph Where Quas at? Yo Doom, you got the trees? America's most blunted [Verse 1: MF DOOM] Quas, when he really hit scar mode Never will he boost loose Phillies with the barcode Or take a whole carload on a wasted trip Or slit White Owl laced tip from tip with yip Some rather baggies others like they cracks and browns Catch a tag, roll a bag of swag in a Black & Mild See twist Optimo, just the raw leaf part The list top gold, bust before beef start At the Stop-N-Go Mart, actin' like a spirit host done it America's most blunted (Yeah, yo) Doom nominated for the best rolled L's And they wondered how he dealt with stress so well Wild guess, you could say he stay sedated Some say Buddha-ed, some say faded Someday pray that he will grow a farm barn-full Recent research show it's not so darn harmful (True) Sometimes you might need to detox It can help you with your rhyme flow and your beatbox Off spite to your surprise Turn a Newport Light to a joint right before your eyes Tear a page out the good book, hear it how you want it America's most blunted [Interlude: Madlib] Coming kind of stupid from the station Blunted Amazing loops Blunted The best in your perimeter Yo, I can't find that nigga Metal Face nowhere America's most blunted Oh, alright [Verse 2: Madlib] Doom, the Madvillain killin', mad boom Consume weed and drink brew 'til we perfume the room The Beat Konducta smoke twenty-four seven Shady, yo, you can even ask my reverend Willie knows how the Phillies roll, really though I spend my last dough if he got the sticky gold I spark the lye, but don't fuck with speed or trees with seeds Quasimoto crew, we get keyed The most blunted on the map The one Astro Black in the alley with a hoodrat When you try to react Even your pops got smacked Even your moms got cracked Meanwhile, while my bowl got packed You drop X so you can have good sex (What? No) I smoke dank so I can roll me a shank I got the fat sack, shh, all day, I hunt it Who are we? America's most blunted [Outro] Blunted America's most blunted One joint Creativity It's a known fact that grass increases creativity from eight to eleven times In fact, everyone finds that they're more creative stoned than straight So remember M-A-R-I-J-U, A-J-U-A-N-A Marijuana Marijuana