Rhyme Asylum - Smoke Screens and Pipe Dreams lyrics

(Verse 1: Psiklone Kick back, grab your roach and Rizla, roll a jigger Spark it and join me for this motion picture Hand it to the camera man I taxi more zoots than cabs and trams and camper-vans in Amsterdam Spaced out, munching cookies, bunning zoobies A thick mist creeping out from under hoodies Drop hot rocks the size of suns Hit bongs and breathe green smog from fiery lungs Crashing out like stunt teams, hungry Raid the fridge for munchies like monkeys from Jumanji Trippin' sittin' down, the room is spinnin' round My shrink is now shrunk 'til he's fizzled out Exhale nimbus clouds, smoking skunk so I stay f**ed Wake up, roll my tongue and blaze my taste buds Cold winter daze, numb as ice in a haze Bedroom window frame on summer nights with your mates So, why wait for Western medicine? When I can cope my way And smoke high grade for chest infections Mind raising sense perception, I make direct connections With lives made of recollections In the lab we get high off chronic blast And play traffic lights 'til my red eyes are stopping cars This stoner's cataclysmic Roll spliffs so big the smoke rings turn pa**ive smokers paralytic Sampled: I got a slight problem, I smoke weed too much... Lungs hold so much skunk they're like a chest of drawers... If I do start to smoke weed.....won't breath out for a whole week and OD I got a slight problem, I smoke weed too much... We don't give a f**.... when we smoked out In the land that's doped out (It's like that?) [Plazma] I won't make the decision to break the addiction I'll hit the green 'til I reach a higher plane of existence THC remains in my system As long as street hustlers keep smugglin' grade for a livin' But chronic's not for abuse, used to get a confidence boost But over the years, my tolerance grew When I'm offered a zoot, I won't often refuse Everyone's “giving up” but nobody follows it through But I'll give up some other day, build up another J My love for skunk just munched my monthly wage Overfiends roam the streets smoking green Looked upon us hopeless seeds with broken dreams Take up drug smugglin' and f** tough punishments Handed out by our unjust government Both my eyes the color of blood, always buzzing off skunk Due to London's abundance of d** Mary Jane's got me under the funk, kept in my home Enjoys consumin' my time and spendin' my dough Kick back and enter the zone, the Incredible Hulk That relies on skunk to stunt my skeletal growth I was heavily stoned sessions ago But there's five-man to a zoot, someone ain't gettin' a toke (nope!) It's the one and only Plazma, provokin' cancer Smokin' ganja just to control my anger Samples again