Lets Do A Freestyle Weed Rap! Rhyme...

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Ekoostik_Hookah

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Just throw down a rhyme about weed. Let the lyrics flow from your mind.
Maybe a poem about ganja?

Ill start:

Smoke that bud all day long
Maybe hit it from a bong
toke toke till you choke
Filler up with smoke
Pack a bowl
Or start to roll
Today we Blaze
and tomorrow's a haze.
Its time we feed
that need for weed.

Lets see your skills people:)
 
when i get tight like the pants of urkle
i cop a sac of kush, take a glance at the purple, strains
when my pain gain, to maintain, i hit mary jane
give me the eyes of an eagle, i hit her every day/night and she not even legal
a fat buddha sac and a 4 cigar dutchie pack, what does that equal? = non-lethal people.
she the bomb like saddam, but at the same time she keep me calm
didn't go to high school, when to school high, and mary made me fall asleep at prom

smh..
 
You can consider me a joint
I'll make you see my point
when you smoke me in yo fo door
I make you feel thow'd
have you coughin'
cus you know i'm boss n'
you get faded
make you feel sedated

consider me a blunt
have you pullin' stunts
don't hit me if you a runt
i'll smell like a skunk
hit you in your face with this funk
don't act like a punk
smack your head so hard it spin like a ceiling fan
 
Im feeling kinda green
I wanna smoke like a feen
Im sippin on pot tea
it really wasnt free
Everyone calls me Bumblebee
I see a girl named Elen
She's got me buzzin like a felon
All i can do is stare at her melons
 
okay, no yay, only an ounce of weed
count my cheese, i flow like a fountain please,
higher than the mountain over seas,
flyer than a falcon soarin through the trees
it's a fact, i'm diagnosed as a weed head
smoke blunts till i'm indeed dead
this is true spit, cats talk but won't do ****

short i'm about to sleep right now.
 
Ive never tried this before but here goes ...

Dont let the man control your life
he follows rules that cut like knife
take in that smoke that sweetness smell
and tell the man to go to hell

my lungs burn -- the burn we like
getting me high just for the night
next morn we see with groggy sight
and calm our day for another fight

dont tell me bad how I live my gift
and listen to music that lets my mind drift
im not a criminal but tagged I am
by closed minds that point as with friends I jam

go play your life and fill your need
and leave me alone with my innocent weed
dont gaze on me with eyes saying sin
its my choice to take my medicine

you label us bums as you look down on us
while you carry your smile hiding its lust
8 tins you drink, could even be twelve
in that brown bag, your shaky hands delve

I grew a plant
is that so bad
you would take my freedom
and inside feel glad?

you wont stop my love for my green that I toke
I dont break the law, all I do is smoke
 
excuse me but don't push
just wait your turn
i'll let you hit this kush
feel it in your lungs it burns
heres a dare
hit this ****
i call it jack herer
how bout some blueberry
grew it not off the street
white to red hairy
man it taste sweet
this they call diesel
it's not in your car
make you fell diesel
when they gonna open a weed bar
shipped from canada northern lights
not some city schwag
make your chest get tight
get the big bag
 
Standin' on the corner of Rose & 32nd
Watchin' 2 bros doin' some trainwreckin'
Slide up beside 'em like I own the whole place
And the bro on the right got a look on his face

I check it and shrug and pulled my own bag
And dem bros new right off it wasn't no shwag
The smell came up & punched the left one in the eye
And he said "Was up, my bro, wanna get high?

I packed up a bowl and he took the first hit
And said " Oh man, I think I know this (edit)"
I said "No way bro, this stuff's all mine,
A cross between widow and Texada Time"

whoaho, gonna smoke me a bowl
whoaho, better keep it low
whoaho, don't want da po po to know
whoaho, gonna smoke dat bowl

He said "Hol' up, g, got sumthin' you can try"
and pulled up a bag like an agent on the sly
"Grew this one in my yard usin' 40s for fert,
Jus' po' yo' beer on the seed in da dirt"

Looked pretty good, gonna give it a try
Taste like Banana Kush with a touch of Thai.
Then the dude on the right said "Forget about that"
And pulled out some dank from the rim of his hat

Whoaho, gonna smoke me a bowl
Whoaho, better keep it low
Whoaho, Gonna git real high
Whoaho, watch the days go by

So he looked up at me with a nod of his head
And said "Don't worry bro, this'll knock you dead
He took a tiny piece and packed it in a bowl
then handed it to me, but on the down low

He said "Now boy, this here's da Green Crack
Stuff's gonna cost ya 'bout $60 a sack
Jus' go to Ching's Palace an' down aroun' da back
Give yo' money to the China girl wit da big rack

Whoaho, gonna smoke me a bowl
Whoaho, better keep it low
Whoaho, It's da OG Kush
Whoaho, Geeze, who am I kidding anyway? :rofl: I high, white and don 't really even listen to rap... Just sounded like fun.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING MP!!!!!
 
My little offering, hope you like it!

Ode to a criminal


Narrow minds keep my life in chains
'A criminal' the suits and leo claims
I've never robbed, mugged or killed
For my habit to be filled

But I am a criminal

I don't go out on saturday nights
And drink too much and start some fights
I sit at home safe and sound
Maybe invite a few friends around

But I am a criminal

We sit and laugh while the weed gets burnt
And discuss life and what can be learnt
Break out the candy when the munchies hit
No stress, no violence, this is the ****

But I am a criminal

When the evening is done, the world put right
With laughs and smiles we bid goodnight
To our friends, thanks for an awesome time
I feel that we commit no crime

But I am a criminal

An evening spent out of trouble
I'm sorry suit to burst your bubble
If more people relaxed like me
How much easier your job would be

But I am a criminal

A stoner wants to enjoy peace and love
Not the grip of the iron glove
Leave us alone, to enjoy our crops
A stoner never troubles the cops

But I am a criminal

My indoor garden is my pride and joy
My hareem of girls, and not one boy
Growing is part of the passion you see
Its part of my medication and therapy

But I am a Criminal

You make wars, send my kin to die
'In the name of peace' but thats a lie
You make the rules and call the shots
My life you ruin with all your plots

But I am a criminal

The power is all that you crave
Control from the cradle to the grave
No real interest in whats true
Lies and deception is what you brew

But I am a criminal

Leadership should be an inspriation
Not hellbent on mass damnation
Take the time to look and see
Remove the blinkers, come smoke with me

But I am a criminal

I hope one day, you will truely find
That all the lies have made you blind
And that soon, in a timely fashion
You will enjoy our Marijuana Passion

But I am a criminal

Come and have a seat with us
No need to fight, no need to fuss
We don't bite and we don't kill
We'll make you welcome, enjoy our thrill

But I am a criminal

Time to end the bureaucracy
Come and spend a day with me
Leave the hostile warmonger behind
with my guidance you will find

That YOU are the criminal
 

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