I Smoke Two Dabs

By Christopher R Rice, Underground Resistance Network
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She was living in a single room with three other individuals, one of them was a male and the other two, well hell, the other two were females. And only Gods knows what they were up to in there. And furthermore Susan, I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised to learn that all four of them habitually smoked marijuana wax, dabs.

I smoke two dabs in the morning
I smoke two dabs at night
I smoke two dabs in the afternoon
It makes me feel all right.
I smoke two dabs in time of peace
And two in time of war.
I smoke two dabs before I smoke two dabs
And then I smoke two more.

Smoked cigarettes ’til the day she died Toke a big spliff of some good sensimillia
Smoked cigarettes ’til the day she died
Toke a big spliff of some good sensamill…” Easy E were ya ever caught snitchin’?
Hell no!

Daddy he once told me
“Son, you be hard workin’ man”
And momma she once told me
“Son you do the best you can”
but then one day I met a man
Who came to me and said,
“Hard work good and hard work fine
but first take care of head.”
Whoa, rock me tonight
Whoa-oh, Jah say
Ohhhhhh ohhh ohhh ohhhh…

MEXI – CALI

By Christopher R Rice, Underground Resistance Network
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Harmony on top of harmony. Turn up the bass. Put your love on hype for this one. This is that in-your-face, underground gangster shit. Get lit. I’ll put you on that dope shit with just one hit. I drop a phat sound and I rock dope beats that scream Cali, Cali, summer days. So leave your drama, your cares and your worries behind and lets blaze, are you down to catch a fade?

I dropped some acid about an hour ago, drank some OJ and Tequila Quervo gold. Hopped on my Schwinn beach cruiser and hit the strand with a 40 and a blunt in my hand. I stopped into Grecko’s to buy me a six foot bong. When I saw the cops go rolling by, I flipped them the bird and put my head phones on. Cali, Cali summer days. So lets leave our drama, our cares and our worries behind and lets blaze, are you down to catch a fade?

Headed to my good friend Rasta’s house, he’s down in the basement making up some incense to sell at the swap meet. Rasta hands me a blunt says help him keep this lit, it’s that sticky icky green shit. One hit and my head begins to swirl, second hit, I can’t even see straight. Cali, Cali summer days. So just leave your drama, your cares and your worries behind and lets blaze, are you still down to catch a fade?

On the way back to the pad I met some chick who pulled down her tube top to show me her butterfly tattoo. I said “wow look at that, would you like to do some E?” and then took her back to my place where she did my whole crew. Woke up the next morning looking for a blunt roach we had smoked the night before. Popped open a Corona and smeared on some lime and salt. Jumped in the Impala and headed to the beach, clouds look like rain so no one’s here but me and this wave. Cali, Cali summer days. You can leave your drama, your cares and your worries behind and lets blaze because I’m down to catch a fade.

Redondo’s got it going on with the girls in the thongs. We keep it bumpin’ in case you were wondering. Ran into my good friend, La Raza, he asked me if I wanted to smoke some DMT, I said sure, what’s that? He said don’t worry you’ll like this it’s a short fifteen minute trip. He put some crystals ontop of the weed pipe and I inhaled, it felt a little something like this…

SOLO (guitar/record scratching)

Cali, Cali summer days. You can leave your drama, your cares and your worries behind and lets blaze, are you still down? To catch a fade?

KNOW NOTHING – DO LESS

By Christopher R Rice, Underground Resistance Network
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So now you can tell a book by its cover. You know it all, right? But didn’t you believe in Santa Claus not too long ago? Still not sure about magic, UFO’s, ghost? Thought you knew it all?

Don’t get it twisted. You got me fucked up because you’re on some dumb shit.

For the brothers and the sister who know me, tell ’em who the fuck I am. I ain’t the one who hands out his money honey. I’m the one who chases paper, I stacks that paper. I don’t chase skirts, they chase me. I’m not giving away my dick like the other boys do, I’m selling this man sausage to the highest bidder. I ain’t lying, I’m dead serious. You don’t remember me? I sold your ass when I was two and you was three.

Next time don’t just go and flap your jaw until you’ve done your research because it makes you look like a damn fool. And I ain’t got the time to waste on idiots who don’t even know what they’re talking about, you dig? My favorite colors are black and blue. Who are you? Come here baby girl and help me with my hustle and flow.

Your pussy gives me a thrill, why not take it out on the corner and pay my bills. Just give me money, that’s what I want. That’s what I want. That’s what I want. I collect bitches like other boys collect baseball cards. I got blonde ones, brunettes, tall ones, skinny ones and big ones too. You’ve got to pay me or pay me no never mind. Fuck the game, what’s my mother fucking name?

Don’t get it twisted. You got me fucked up because you’re on some dumb shit.

Shake your head all that you want to but I don’t lie because I don’t have to. Check my record it’s public and if you don’t like what I’ve got to say, you can kick rocks because you won’t be missed. I’ve got two more just like you. Got me a black one, a yellow one and a white one, too. Now what?

You have the audacity to question my authenticity when I’ve got stripes and you’re nothing but a punk ass bitch who ain’t never did shit. Your life is boring, meaningless and trifling so you expect everyone else is the same but I live my life like I’m a rock star. I may not work but my pockets are always bulging. While yours stay empty only filled with lint.

You got me fucked up because you’re on some dumb shit. I got nothing against you though because when you do your research you’re always on point. But when you talk out of your ass you only make yourself look bad.

What I do is too avant-garde for you to understand, call me crazy, call me edgy. And way ahead of the game. Pay attention, take notes but you’ll never see me because I’m always alone. You can look but you can’t see. Blink and I’m gone while you’re saying ‘he went that a way, he went this a way’ but you really don’t know what you’re talking about as usual. Flap your jaw all that you want to but keep my name out of your mouth, you dig? Now dig your own grave because punks like you always end up in my trunk.

But don’t get it wrong, you ladies been nothing but good to me. But while you bounce in and out of the game, I’m here day in and day out, day after day, year after year for decades. I’m the real deal. I bring a phat sound and rock dope beats. While those fake ass bitches be broke down I’m still here on the grind baby, all the time baby. I bring that underground gangster shit. While you’re nothing but a fake ass bitch. Don’t get it twisted. You got me fucked up because you’re on some dumb shit.

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