Milli Vanilli, Willie & Chillie, Billie Idol on Weed

[Mr. J]

I mean lyrically to mimic me just sickens me
a hit a weed I'm pennin' these wizardries
listening to 9th Wonder spinnin cuts from the.70's
memory quadrant envisionin' words so heavenly
Wrote seven scriptures rode lines like 7 seas
vent a piece send a creature to his death
the feature, the teacher there to keep correct
I defeat ya set I lift ya bars like weaker reps
don't lie...I complete ya breath, keep ya head
I'm the reason sleep helps these dreamers step
I'm mean, I'm best kept in ya deepest secrets...
breh! No need to sweat I'm ya solar plexus
call me Atlas that's how I roll, hold a second..
these bold discretions can all get blown relentless
I ain't braggin' bout cannons, Hulk Hogan..impression
I'm known to perplex those old contestants
Arose to perfection...a blunt tightly rolled, ascension
I got to leave it alone but I just broke the tension
Packed a bowl I crept in...Galaxies that hold dimensions
I make an illusion of it all, then I awoke the senses
And whispered your meaning in a broken message
.....huh?