America's Most Blunted (feat. Lord Quas)
Lyrics
Come out to show them Like open the blues up And let some of the blues blood come out to show them Then come out to show themfull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
east coast rap influencesheavy backbeat
danceable beats
straight beats
funny rap lyrics
lyrics about alcohol and drugs
lyrics that use twisted humor
party rhymes
an ambient intro
use of modal harmonies
a dominant bass riff
layered electric guitar riffs
vinyl ambience
a dry recording sound
subtle use of noise effects
trippy soundscapes
production and lyrics by respected rap artists
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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The best, the best, the, the best in your perimeter Someday pray that he will grow a foreign barn full Most cannabis consumers report it second only to snakes And grass will change your musical habits, for the better Come out to show them Some say Buddha'd, some say faded The most blunted on the map From eight to eleven times Who are we? America's most blunted Quasimoto crew, we get keyed America's most blunted It can help you with your rhyme flow and your beat box The one Astro black, in the alley, with a hood rat Doom nominated for the best rolled L's Soon as he start sleepin', catchin' you off guard And let some of the blues blood come out to show them I spend my last dough, to pick up the sticky gold Some rather baggies others like they cracks and browns Wild guess? You could say he stay sedated The beat conductor smoke twenty-four seven Even your moms got cracked Quas, when he really hit scar mode Off spite to your surprise So remember, M A R I J U, A J U A N A , Mariju, Juana, Marijuana Creativity, it's a known fact that grass increases creativity At the Stop'n'Go Mart, actin' like a spirit host done it Comin' kinda stupid from the station Doom, The Madvillain killin' mad boom America's most blunted The list top gold, bust before beef start America's most blunted America's most blunted, yeah, yo Catch a tag, roll a bag of swag in a Black 'n' Mild (Blunted) If you'll all gather closer at the phonograph (Blunted) (Blunted) Drop X so you can have good sex, what, no When you try to react, even your pops got smacked Meanwhile, while my bowl got packed America's most blunted Amazing loops, loops, loops America's most blunted Turn a Newport Light to a joint right before your eyes Or slit White Owl laced tip from tip with yip Or take a whole carload on a wasted trip In fact, everyone finds that they're more creative stoned, than straight See twist Optimo, just the raw leaf part Listening to music while stoned is a whole new world Songwriters: Otis Jackson, Daniel Dumile Thompson I spark the lah, but don't, fuck with speed or trees with seeds Tear a page out the good book, hear it how you want it Sometimes you might need to detox Music bad weed Where Quas at? Doom, you got the trees? Yo, I can't find that nigga Metal Face nowhere, oh alright Willie knows, how the Phillies roll, really though And they wondered how he dealt with stress so well Recent research show it's not so darn harmful, true Comin' kinda stupid from the station Consume weed and drink brew 'til we perfume the room Like open the blues up Publishers: MADLIB INVAZION MUSIC, NETTWERK ONE MUSIC LIMITED (Blunted) Never will he boost lose Phillies with the bar code Shady, you can even ask my reverend I smoke dank so I can grow me a shank Amazing loops, loops, loops, I do the hustle Then come out to show them I got the fat sack all day I'm on it


