text: Smoke this blunt
  Yo, everybody grab a seat, welcome to SmokeFest 99
  Im glad you all could make it
  As you can see, admission was free to SmokeFest this year
  All the weed you see is free
  But the blunts cost sixty bucks baby 
  CaTashTraphe, I shoot it through, dipped in 24 karats
  If yall niggas dont feel me, then I blame it on your parents
  Cause Tash fuck it up, dont twist it up wit luck
  My style is cold like I bought it off the ice cream truck
  Listen here, Tash be crashin niggas wit my beer
  Tash be partied down as fuck swingin off the chandelier
  Tash be here, Tash be there, Tash be everywhere its poppin
  Im here to let you know fuckin wit mes not an option
  Cause Tash is my name, Tashll start it wit a bang
  Tashll end it wit a gun shots thats not the same thing
  Tashll split your frame, Tash swings like gold chains
  I be rollin wit King Tee, and we all in the same gang
  But enough about CaTash, lets talk about some skrill
  You know its bout to pop if Likwit Crew is on the bill
  You can ask my nigga Phil how real this is, the weed
  SmokeFest 99, burn something to the beat
  Tash in background
  Damn man, yall came all the way from where, man?
  All the way from Mobile, Alabama.
  Oh yeah, you came to smoke some blunt?
  Yessir, we came to smoke some blunts wit you, baby.
  Smoke, SmokeFest time
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  I was lookin to get my skull blowed up like Kid Dynamtie
  The time is right
  Be ridin the track so fiercely that it seems Im already high tonight
  But Im not though, Im just on them Black & Mild ones
  And people think that Im the wild one
  Cause I be flippin and rippin the track
  And verbally attackin on your style for fun
  Higher soul but to please myself I gotta be composin that fire shit
  And you notifying Tha Alkaholiks daily
  So pump one fore you better dump, bitch
  With a d-boy, rap, so some my boys are still in the trap
  I mean, the dope spot
  But the slangin got my snappin like the rope hot
  I can be the player you wanna bust wit
  Or nigga you dont even wanna go fuck wit
  Or nup wit, you suck dick
  So why you all up on my nuts? Quit
  I hold the microphone and thats wit a vice grip
  Really tightly, and Im keepin the words crystal clear
  So you gon correct when you try to bite thee
  Very nicely, Aquemini, my nigga, not a Pisces
  But Im likely, gon fetch a sack of that green stuff
  While I write G, yeah, yeah, right
  Yeah, peep this out yeah
  Hard like, now picture this
  A nigga in jail, rappin while his folk in the next cell
  Tappin wit some spoons
  We do rank the boom boom
  Fresh off a planet wit sand dunes and maroon moons
  Soakin wet wounds, titty tanglin tunes
  Musty underarms, soul slum charm
  Bump off in the drum, rhythm on the one
  Stankonians under-smellin where Im comin from, son
  The day you bone is when you start to die
  The time in between us will mean the most, I toast my high
  See, shit gets so bad, I know it make you wanna cry
  But suck it up, button up, go ahead and do your thing
  Folk, Im already high
  Smoke, SmokeFest time
  Yo, yo, yo
  Whenever Im writing, you can call me Philly Titan
  Reciting to you an interview like Phil Donahue
  Me and my crew, translate Los Angeles
  Scandalous, like Watergate
  Phil on the break, Phil on the break
  Phil/fill in the blank, it feels bad like gettin shanked
  File up your taxes, Im writin exact on my axis
  From my head down to my Air Maxs
  Phil waxes and relaxes
  Phil also fills up mental food up in your picnic baskets
  My name is Jason when I fill out my application
  To the nation, niggas is gonna get in filled what they facin
  Phil/feel the ration, Phil/feel the adrenaline
  I penetrate like penicillin, niggas be like Phil is illin!
  Phil is willin and ready
  Phil is Raw like Eddie
  Phil be cuttin up like machetes and confetti
  Deadly, Phil/feel the pain when I walk through the rain
  Niggas be like He sayin Phil again, Phil again, Phil again
  Smoke, SmokeFest time
  Hey, hey, hey
  Peace rap world, Id like to make a special announcement right about now
  We have a special guest that just stepped in the house
  You know this man, he the smokiest cat in rap music
  He goes by the name of the Doctor Greenthumb
  Smoke em out
  Now I be, rollin and smokin
  And holdin the golden sack
  When my lungs be gettin swollen, hittin the bong, rollin
  For chronic ironic, growin the hydroponic
  We got it, robotic hits you on melodic tricks of sonic
  SmokeFest, expandin your chest, Buddah bless, best
  For you to step back cause your lyrics are like cess weed
  Yes indeed, the session you need to retrieve it
  Its ten niggas in a circle smokin a spliff, believe it
  Retrieve it, over the counter, can you conceive it
  I give you Doctor Greenthumb digits, dont repeat it
  The Brew Crew and the Buddah Masters together
  Gettin you higher and fuckin you up that much faster
  Zig zags, blunt leafs, pipes and bong-bowls
  All be gettin smoked at the Buddah head shows
  Excuse me if it seems too complicated
  The herb I hold is platinum while yours is nickel plated
  Let me mash out, Im breakin the stash out, the hash out
  I roll into the studio to smoke my nigga Tash out
  With that Doctor Greenthumb shit, know what I mean?
  Smoke, SmokeFest time