Pass the Ganja

Master plans made by the crafters hands Laugher canned and passed back as ganj Must agree the flow is positive as Rasta vibes I pass the mic after it’s been busted clean scorched but ur biting rappers styles like a custard cream stop Fat baggy kush cuz I’m mad about the bush U luck what cali could it’s brown laddy look Don’t lose your persona as the sniff the buds aroma A daze you crave becomes hazy days I don’t drink but I blaze I love the vibes it portrays Always thinking these thoughts that don’t make sense The cardboard on the floor says ten cents per bar But everyone’s trapped in their own mindset forever these rhymes nest together Dying request for a quest to endeavour for respect on the scheme Still ain’t get respect like Dangerfield Wanna pay the bills with a major reel of flame bars Don’t care about insane cars or flashy jewels or dough Still got more flows in the database brain spots of irritation crater-face itch Later laced the spliff to erase a greater twist don’t know what the placement is Of this toxic showbiz shit stay underground where moral fibre breathes but this beautiful art dies like vibrant coral reefs The mic and the mask control my actions The right and the past is an untold distraction When I spit at spitters expect the line to flatten a pattern occurs another rhymer down I flung my crown and cracked a ginger ale can with my fingernail man