I got things to do, before I meet His Glory on High (Chapel Cistine)
The girl "that used to be mine's" b-day six months away, she gonna be nineteen
So I pray to the Lord He spare me, and I make it back to Christine

Light up the hash, we goin' get real high
While the smoke blows to the flows from Half Life of Phi

This is a beat for all the ****** freaks
Smokin the keef til they get wide cheeks
Yo we got them blunts rolled proppa
With a fat core of shatta, even Big Poppa
Would hit it, then hit it again, spit a refrain
About how that **** smoke makes the brain
Feel so sane, goes with the grain, healing pain
I'm the DEA's bane of existence,
All because of my dank scents
But all we tryin' to do is make rents
For my friends, choppin ends
Put it in a crock *** but not too hot
Leave it in the spot for a while

Light up the hash, we goin' get real high
While the smoke blows to the flows from Half Life of Phi

Spend the time with a fat pile
Of hash, spittin that medicated style
About the cash that
We goin to make from the batch
Once this plan hatch
Time's up open up the hatch
See the green butter be quick to ******
It up in the cheese cloth
While it's still nice and soft
Strain out the chaff from the grain
For a better product better do it again
Cause you wanna have the fame in the game

Light up the hash, we goin' get real high
While the smoke blows to the flows from Half Life of Phi

Known by the name of the green baker
Risk taker, Swimmin in money lakes-er
Don't ***** wit the shakes
except for personal bakes
Only keef rinses sinces
you don't chinces
Keep the potencies
Gotta keep pounds around
One from each corner of town
Keepin your inventory down
Most diverse selection **** elections
With all that and the dope sound
And nobody around to **** with your crown

Light up the hash, we goin' get real high
While the smoke blows to the flows from Half Life of Phi

So I wrote a Notorious word to the Crook King
of Brooklyn who wrote the street book
Based on how the street he took
with feet quite fleet.
You know his spirit i did meet,
first last year on bicycle day
A tab of acid found its way
on my tongue it lay,
in the bathroom mirror I was prone to say,
"Biggie Smalls, Biggie Smalls, Biggie Smalls" and my heart did in fear fall,
Thought to myself
"I swear I hear a glock click near my left ear" so I got the hell out of there.
The second time was a bit more fair,
the air of a fellow player, yao slanger,
beat banger, he spat a 16 bar prayer
of how he was an unknowing player
In His plan a silent hand of hope
for all the ****** that are broke.
That the Sky is the limit,
only make moves when your heart's in it,
then you are guaranteed to win it.
Ain't no sin against it,
**** the world don't ask it for ****;
that's word to BIG

You cannot see the fire that's why you call the God above a liar
But you can't feel the love for why I bow to Him as my sire
He lit up my desire inside for truth you could call it Fire
For me that Fire is warmth, and calls my soul to come forth
But to you it is a burnin' pyre, don't come back to me to heal the hurt
You were the ones that called Him a liar
The same flame that burnt up ***** and Gomorrah
Is wrought from the same name from which this Word came

I've met a lot of ill women
While I've been swimmin'
and skimmin through this ocean
Trying to find one to show my devotion
The journey has gone as thus;
I tried a Virgo, and Aquarius
The latter was the scariest
I tried to get freaky with a Scorpio
Her mind was too ***** though
But it started with a Leo
That chance I'd blow
I thought I'd found it in the Sag co
But in the end I never forgot the Szajko
(Sound that one out)
I went through the whole zoo,
I'm always found in front of you
Just a poor Jew trying to make up for
All the fire I put you through before.

Don't take offense,
all of you on the fence,
no need for defence,
I've loved you since we began,
I'll do all I can,
to show you the love man.