(V1) The sun rises, bodies become rejuvenated/ pockets fulla paper, golden chronic & a booze container/ twist the cap loose & drink it till the final sip, we simpin/ to the vynal compliments of early Lionel Rich & it's been/ Blaring out that speaker system; subwoofer concussive wave/ fly way on the highway but there bouts to be another way/ I gots to grind, I gots to properly divide my time; unevenly prioritize a balance between work & play/ Organized amalgamations, frequently reshaped for y'all/ specifically made to make u think before u take a loss/ I'm seeing double like them phantom of the menace blades/ I don't got no time to conversate wit no authentic knave/ medic aid, yo I need everything to focus/ from cola, to ketamine, promethazine to dojer/ fosho yup, my energy has never been this low, I dont get much of any sleep unless I hit that bowl like// (Chorus) Inhale... exhale... Inhale again... Exhale again// (V2) One fat dab is an example of a sample to me/ two joints before a bowl hash after a half a doobie/ as the crew be packed in the confinement of a classic hooptie/ passing b-legits & knocking ashes off like Shag & Scoobie/ Yabba dabba doo we on the move; Gas pedal/ Salvaging rap algorithm like it's scrap metal/ Man it is past 10 o'clock in the late PM/ Premium weed is being given out for y'all per dium/ Then ya hit it & ya lookin at it & ur like "damn/ what the fuck u put in this, a Tylenol PM?"/ Nah, it's just that grandaddy purple; that super duper; that shit that'll get u perfect & seein some oompa loompas// (Chorus) Inhale... Exhale... Inhale again... Exhale again...(x2)

(Chorus) Puff & pass Blunts wit hash/ Smoke wit a brother, hit a dab & dash// (x4) (V1) Wakin up on the damn track. Davy Droman travellin on Amtrak/ & in my backpacks a fat whiskey bottle, ima sip a little bit & leave the rest for tomorrow/ when I'm wakin up in Washington State, I got dank to puff & got things to say/ into the mic when I'm in the box recording talk for the reward of forging songs we can play/ Out the four 'fifteens; rain repellant, pour more of this heem for the Playaz chillin/ In the lair that be lookin like it's made for a villain, throw a milli in the air, go ape for a minute/ Straight crazy; batshit; get lit wit us; sip liquid courage, moshpit & fuck/ Get up & get buckwild; Rang Kang, we comin thru this muthafucka like a freight train/ Echelon wit that alminac of rap, Robin Black got that automatic gat/ling gun lingo that'll linger wit ya/ after the first listening of his shit/ As for me, I'm just Davy Droman witta thirst for gurpin, let's being the mischief/ Ain't no need to redirect ya to another scene, this be the scene to get to// (Chorus) Puff & pass Blunts wit hash/ Smoke wit a brother, hit a dab & dash// (V2) This alcoholic mixologist logic off its kilter/ Beats be hot, they droppin like water right thru that coffee filter/ Peelin out like God gave us lemons, Rollin up fat blunts we puff/ Comin thru in the booth like a kamikaze wit a z of that fonky stuff/ It's OP bre, it's been disbanded & this goddammned band still ain't standing/ but I'm still expanding, contradicted while I'm finding beats for me to kill at random/ I could fill a mansion up wit all this heat/ Whitten witta a fat jug of strong ass heem/ Sip a little bit of that, I'll walk that string/ fall back, then I'll cling to the cognacs strength/ Ah yeah, got weed from the shire, Ain't tryna hit the road like kinks in a tire/ Tryna get dojer; the greenest of crop u can grow to get chronically premium fire/ Weed is the thing the my whole team all desires, we all admire it, fire it up & proceed to be higher than ionic frequency; frequently sequencing decent attire// (Chorus)

(verse) Ay you, ya tryna get juiced?/ i got a couple bottles of rum & that grey goose/ something going on around the corner, got a bong & a quarterzip of the chronic, i'm hoping to make moves/ pay dues, never make a take two/ still i'm entertaining, yelling "RANG KANG" too/ belly fulla drank, hella dank; keep it lit, Tom Hanks in this bitch yellin "Mayday", woo/ ShermGerm, early bird get the werm, whats the word? muthafucka that's earth finna burn/ put it in an urn, chillin in the burbs, & i circumvent it wit venom, wanna swerve when it turn/ turn the volume all the way the fuck up/ all your neighbors boutta wake the fuck up/ 8 am mayhem, breakin my tooth, now i drank gin & juice so the pain can shut up/ (bridge/chorus shit) switch off xerox copy, sip on ciroq/coffee, twist up the volume to the top notch, hear Rob Zombie/ breathe on wit raw moxie, intoxi, breathe oxygen in & get walkin, watch/ watch as i zig & i zag, medicine man, i be sippin a flask/ trippin on tabs, taste fulla vision, i still got some acid that sits in my back/ i'm unhealthy, somebody help me/ (hell nah) life isn't swell, i'm enveloped in hell & im thinkin bout all of these graves/ pondering daily bout one of these days/ ima die hella drunk & my body be found in a well by the bottom; its prolly been days/ look in the mirror, i'm pale in the face/ both my hands shakin, i'm still in a daze/ (weird ass breakdown adlibs n shit) (bridge/chorus shit) switch off xerox copy, sip on ciroq/coffee, twist up the volume to the top notch, hear Rob Zombie/ breathe on wit raw moxie, intoxi, breathe oxygen in & get walkin, watch/ watch as i zig & i zag, medicine man, i be sippin a flask/ trippin on tabs, taste fulla vision, i still got some acid that sits in my back/ i'm unhealthy, somebody help me/ (hell nah) life isn't swell, i'm enveloped in hell & im thinkin bout all of these graves/ pondering daily bout one of these days/ ima die hella drunk & my body be found in a well by the bottom; its prolly been days/ look in the mirror, i'm pale in the face/ both my hands shakin, i'm still in a daze/

That shit go, Back & forth like a palindrome, that acid flow/ Bat shit Dro got a rancid voc, to the DJ beat, better smash that floor//(x2) Back in the zone, raps on the phone, gotta bag fulla dojer, the fatass O/ P to the IMP like so, G I A N T; Fi Fie Foe/ Keepin intact, gotta clean my nose, Got reefer to match for the green light, go/ Pick that shrapnel up outta yo dome, ima show yo cerebral how deep I go/ Cheefin smoke, feelin revived, really be high like a peaks white snow/ Y'all an Iota, ya small little Yoda, ya tall as Napoleon; knee height, whoa/ All my life I been "fuck it" prone, Giving up like I'm nothing, bro/ Nowadays I done changed my game up, im on my grind like subduction zones/ Cuz that shit go, Back & forth like a palindrome, Hash tag dope, smash that floor witta bag fulla dro so fat that ya cant carry that shit home//(x2) Okay, cheefin I am, For head be lookin like the hoover dam, Who the fuck is u to think that u can/ out gore me, u cant compete wit a ram/ 40 sipping wit me & the fam, I be on the map like Vienna, damn/ Blunted like im goin green eggs & ham, Festive like them movies be at the Cannes/ Filmin a milf on the d wit the Sam, Underground like I be buried in sand/ I got all my documentary plans, Ill leave the DVD there where ya stand/ I got the mufuckin ruckus abruptly among us, & im bleedin errywhere and I'm releasing flammable chemical agent on fire like disbursing air in a can/ When ya wanna change lanes its time to make moves/ Tell me all about the whistles, The whistles go WOO! cruisin thru Jet City sippin on gin wit that juice/ kickin it wit wit all dawgs & we raisin the ROOF!/ Rare like a nugget of moldevite, & its dope like China white, & what i wrote is fire, so when i hold the mic its like holding dynamite/ Down like linoleum, Bound for the podium, Pandemonium, panic & havoc, the globe we in totally anti harmonious/ Cuz that shit go, Batshit Dro in the Catacombs of a ravaged Rome/ That gemstone, Grabbed it & ran widdit past them foes, snag that gold/ Damn that boy got a passion for that rap & roll, really rocked that rad show/ Icabod Crane lookin ass muthafucka got it really raw, that shit is hash tag dope// That shit go!

(opening stanza) warm blood, cold world/ hot headed wit a cold heart/ cold shoulders on hot blocks/ when Atlas shrug, the world gon drop/ (bridge) cold stone, hot gas/ glass of fireball on the rocks/ wet flame, dry ice/ i crack bottles open like molotovs/ (x2) (v1) i got crows in sight day & night, i live a loner life, i get stoned at night/ at the open mic i might hold the mic like Dolemite might hold the knife/ & my shoulders tight as i hold the world, so i'ma roll em back as i load the pipe/ throw the dice, strike a 7, i'm pullin strings like holding kites/ opposition finna go ignite, they all crash & burn like some moldavite/ at benny hanna's wit a bowl of rice, i aint about that sober life/ i got colt 45 & 2 zigzags, now i'm on that rum & cola hype/ hearin voices like Poltergeist, wit a little flick watch areola's rise/ (chorus) said what's good my brother/ pass the reefer man, what u puffin/ i aint sleep wit no kush or nothin/ high as pilots we pushin buttons/ Miles in the sky, look above ya/ island life, the light fulcrum hits ya/ i'll realize full potential/ bend ya bandz, ya want them ends to spend of on the herbal tissue/ (bridge) cold stone, hot gas/ glass of fireball on the rocks/ wet flame, dry ice/ i crack bottles open like molotovs/ (x2) (v2) Everyone smokin botanical, Everyone movin mechanical/ Smoke on a wrap wit a toke of the dab in a bowl when I'm holdin a handle of/ Jose Cuervo, I'll stand in the back where the shadow at, and ima post like a scarecrow/ okay Droman is drinking & launching the smoke from a joint everywhere in the airflow, don't breathe.../ Shoot through the roof of the booth wit a loose tooth, indubitably stupid, unkeuth wit a fool proof troupe, & this group on the blueprint/ Now who coulda thought he would move wit the thought of the new & improved shit, what Kuberick saw was a nuisance/ Move on the top, not aloof to the box, like takeout - rivals like Seinfeld & Newman/ Sip on a tequilla bottle wit the werm in it, Rip a little bit of chronic & I'm burning it/ Flip another shermthe money be the motive to become another quoted medium wit the wordsmithin/ Ay Sherm, make sure they heard 80 hrtz make curves thru the air like a shuriken/ Let's take turns on a surgical op, lemme cut a belly open to pull out a tapewerm, let it drop// (bridge) cold stone, hot gas/ glass of fireball on the rocks/ wet flame, dry ice/ i crack bottles open like molotovs/ (x2) (chorus) said what's good my brother/ pass the reefer man, what u puffin/ i aint sleep wit no kush or nothin/ high as pilots we pushin buttons/ Miles in the sky, look above ya/ island life, the light fulcrum hits ya/ i'll realize full potential/ bend ya bandz, ya want them ends to spend of on the herbal tissue/

Ay hold up... High wit a birds eye view of the 3rd eye track, Burning the grass wit the herb I match/ Words I snatch out the air that I breathe, as the smoke rises, the vapors I catch/ Bakin a mix of the 3rd eye batch, cookies & Durban emerge like that/ Call the curtain on her like that; early bird, she get the fat werm like that/ Yo dawg, I got a sudden job for you: get the fuck up out my zone wit autotune/ rip a number from the phone book, call it up, "hello?" Jahova tellin y'all to stop it, cool/ off the topic, Drop ya crew off at the next stop, bre your father mufasa tried to tell you not to talk to rude Dr.Contra who got ya conscious screwed off & loose/ My mind's eye fogged outta the frame, Locked out when I walked outta the game/ Waterlogged down, bogged out, I'm insane, Logged out conscience, I'm outta my lane/ Scotchy scotch scotch! Ambiant shots in the dark, Dolo park solo while the narcs on the watch/ March out the park fulla cops, Arch thru the heart & it stops, finna march witta chop/ Hoppin on bart & I'm off to smoke a little pot for the cough, In a coffin I'm not/ Knots in my back & I feel like an old man walkin it off, Walk to the flock/ flak jacket on for the job, Muthafucka y'all boutta jump....//

Focus, focus... (V1) Wassup, what's happenin? What's wit the world & what's crackin? Me, I'm in a whirlwind of maggots/ Curl in a backflip, girl in the sack, smoke black & milds till it's burning the plastic/ ShermGerm back, flip back the flat switch, blast the fat shit up out the back of that whip/ Acrobatic rap for that shit happens after the aftermath of mathematics/ (Dro..) Is anybody ever unaccounted? (Yo...) Has anybody ever thought about this?/ (No...) Will anybody ever get around it? Prolly not cuz when they find out what the body count is/ They gonna fuckin drop to the pavement, they ate shit, ain't shit funny, put ya money where ya mouth is/ Bounce wit the rhythm of the Whitten on a soundclip, bound for the guillotine, the villain of a township/ Ay y'all, hang on, play on, bang on, get ya RVNGKVNG on, take on the Masonic chaos/ Let's hold a séance to bring on the payoff of rap resurrection, it's rhyme flux, no Aeon/ They on that B grade while we bake, for Pete's sake, they pop up on my window screen I hit escape/ Scrabble wit babbling Brooks in 3 States, 6 letter word for shit: feces witta PH// (CHORUS) This poisonous, acidic shit'll split a wig in 3 ways, Dro, the corallus caninus; purple gums & green face/ These fangs, rippin up a track into oblivion, Put a little venom in the tracts of your ligaments// (V2) Well, I be Livin In a City Made of/ Glass & obsidian, Massive, insidious, Clashing of citizens; a siren symphony, The 5-0 pass, i puff my grass while on ketamine/ Wassup, wuzz happenin? Why is the world in a tantrum? Feels like a whirlwind in tandum/ wit earthquakes, Gurped offa ciroq & captain, Flock wit the birds on a Thursday; Wordplay/ Surging vertically right thru ya vertibrae, Bay to Rainier beta breakin, burning j's/ Certainly, I wouldn't be surprised if u aint heard of me, currency: That don't occur for me/ When a muthafucka wanna get up & then go to change lanes of the mainframe it's just.../ Hella ruckus, man it's rough & tumble, shits RVNGKVNG & the game dangerous/ Grotesque, the nasty, the illest, Davy Droman/ShermGerm, Wermtape; kill it/ Run it like a mill, impede ability to beat em wit agility, defeat em leave em heated like a skillet/ RVNGKVNG, raggedy young crew, sippin drank in front of a cameras slow zoom/ Dammit, I'm the dramatic candidate, so you can understand that when I'm jammin the planet will go "boom"// (CHORUS) This poisonous, acidic shit'll split a wig in 3 ways, Dro, the corallus caninus; purple gums & green face/ These fangs, rippin up a track into oblivion, Put a little venom in the tracts of your ligaments//

(V1) Yo wutup widdit? Smoke tough, hit a blunt - no crutch in it/ Puffin & passin the grass in a blunt fulla hash, man I gots to re-up, I can't get enough of it/ Smoke bud, one love, So fresh, so clean, Soap suds, wash hands in the water, fool/ No fuss, nobody want that shit pressing the theme of peace at the barbeque/ I'm an artist, I write at parties, & I might be hearty when I hype bicardi, But I'm just like you if you chill in the back not dancin or nothing -- slight retarded/ I relate to all that, I'm high/awake, I might just go & fuckin shy away from all light of day & go hibernate a couple miles away from y'all lyin in wait for my/ next mixtape (Mind goes deep) I got another brick laid (By gold beach) Wutup my brother, Ralph Reign? (Let's go chief) Another blunt up in the rain (City don't sleep)/ I ride thru the nightlife on a icesicle tricycle bike feelin right as the price is, Little bright lights flicker just like my spliffs, I ain't been aaite in a muthafucka vicegrip/ Never mind this psychedelic au natural life visualizer, Fists'll rise up like a vicious geyser, Mr. Whitten wit a witty mind, oh what a big surprise I got// (Chorus) Everybody cheifin, got that drank in the pitcher, Picture the image of relayin the ancient age in a blizzard/ (x2) (V2) Pull up, pull out like a bullet spill out of a mullet, we out like a 3rd strike/ Full metal jacket, they pullin it back like a ratatattat on a turnpike/ Turn mics off & I stand up, I project my voice from the diaphragm, Formaldehyde on the cut/ Throw cyanide down the hatch of a sub so the track ain't alive, but it's live when I does/ what I do & I do the most, Every time that I roll to the studio/ Many mics what I rip on the daily, appear witta flow, disappear in a cloud of that doobie smoke/ Reappear in Seatown wit a new devotion to get down wit JetCity like who'da known/ this skinny muthafucka wit shoes like a clown would be jammin in tandum wit Seward folks?/ Yo, This be the Puget zone, Davy Droman & Sherman on computer tones/ Reading the Crucible in a cubicle, breathing abuterol thru my nose/ (Yo, my mind goes deep) I got another brick laid (By gold beach) Wutup my brother Ralph Reign (Let's go chief) Another blunt up in the rain (City don't sleep) Back witta fat ass blunt in my mouth finna hit a track on some I'll shit/ riding my icesicle tricycle bike wit a flask fulla gold tequilla// (Chorus)