Super Chron Flight Brothers - Panama Red lyrics

[Billy Woods] Luther was crazy Late a**hole got us posted on 108th for 2 hours feeling like bait Mad vexed 'til he pulled up in the Lex Gun metal grey and pa**ed Edge away like - "What can I say, all good things take time and this thing right here is great." Done deal, fly in the weed game like Uday and Qusay Break the vacuum seal, green as limes with no shake I got blurry off of 'bout a dime, smells like pudei Ma**amon curry, initial reaction: "He wasn't lying, better re-up in a hurry" (I'm talking today!) Bugged as Super Furry Animals pulling little Lisa Slurry Kinder than good Samaritans, touche my good man I need more of them thangs before that New York Times hits the newsstand Black Robert Goulet, lean back It's an easy sell, the bag got one hell of a bouquet Electric kool-aid with hits of vanilla, mad shine I've a dime a dealer, Eastwood, praise the pa**ionate Around Williams, contact you catching like Jodi Foster Panic room for neophytes I ain't make the roster but not one of these goons could hold me off the dribble Ganja off the griddle Cautionary tales of metropolitan mobsters murked by suburban dirtweed peons Fix he a riddle right? Jinxing em like Sports Illustrated cover with Rob Dibble Oh my darling, got two thousand watts in that cubbard brother The head bleeds triples and skittles Fiddle faddle caramel vittles And that's clean Christian living Cousin im catching crazy visions from the Flaming Moe Me and Edge trade verses all night Barack empo, Gil Scott, Nat King Cole, let it snow Bing Crosby on ice, high on ice Kiliminjaro dro glow under lights Forced the embargo by moonlight When we came back the same night Lex was like "I told you it was flight!" (x4) [Verse: Privilege] I sold those flight like be careful when you light, ignite or meditate a flame swinging cannabis blade Cannibalize the foreign color: canned pickle 'Til the red in my eyes, match the flag with a hammer and a sickle Make a nickel slick pretty swift when he lit Wrapping chocolate ties around white widows is a cinch, hah - With the blunt he's Da Vinc, hah - No code necessary Decipher the enigma in like less than a very long time Back when I used to cop that New York L.O. out in Strong Isle Move it down in Philly, stake in the wait on turnpike Like confederated freight (blazing) Rolling a half an eighth (blazing) Not crazy, just wasted, ya'll hating Let me get HIGH! Cause there's smoke in my iris so I hold it until I feel it on the insides of my eyelids My mind keeps expanding, at the same rate as the galaxy Chase my face when I eat that space cake on April's 20th day (What?) Blazed after blunts and bowls of hash and weed and kief And when it comes to hash and weed he needs a piece to make his own kief (what?) Crushing other cat's chronic so the crystals he can keep (what?) The crystals he can keep (what?)