sittin on my front porch sippin on my pipe lizard on the bowl blownin gold shit was tight early in the morning 7 30 a m snatchin nugz in the from the walls of my den living in a bud plant i hollowed out the stem two stories three rooms it s my kryptominium my domain now remains supplied in all i do is clean my crib and clip the water leaves free relief is always offered from the great o d standing seven feet tall my toupee huge tree is lovely smells so fruity i m fucking hoopy flying like woodstock barking orders like i m snoopy excuse me pardon it s time for a session we press on heading on up to the top section everybody is invited i prefer those heavy hitters you know someone down to smoke i really hate those stay and quitters so it figures loc is rollin bobby b ain t far behind daddy x and pakelika come in swinging on some vines to the tip top of the tallest kola we begin to climb sugar smokes some ropes and a gang of keif where are we trapped in a plant the size of an ant and we re stuck to the sack how high it s the kola we got no map and forgot to pack a back pack d double dash l o c i popped out my bud plant clearly invisibly see through ya ll can t find me completely blind like an erased line stay refined disappear go away like bad emotion i m over here camouflaged in my potion ya ll can t find me i m slick like rick got an oldschool flip equipped vanac spits to the mic i become attached imagine if i grew branches from my body limbs crowded out my mouth like chlorophyll dispel all skill whack mc s decapitate immortals now growing vines from my arms i m like the swamp thing man appearing in plant form plasma ejected complicated dynamic apparatus combindin for rhyming everlasting grow room wired with the bass boom krispy colored nugs is another called the typhoon full bloom flowerin sky scraper towerin endless sea of green hydro lights that be powerin full drip system frequent mistin tropical planet so all the buds they were glisten rollin cones all day runnin round underground bobby s bud s are where i stay and i m the size of an ant where are we trapped in a plant the size of an ant and we re stuck to the sack how high it s the kola we got no map and forgot to pack a back pack i reside in the bud the nugs about dove life in the bag of the blueberry love i m feelin my dust so i climb to the core it started getting chilly cuz the weather s gettin colder i grabbed my folder write a rhyme and called kona he came over then we rolled up a hooter jumped on the scooters and we found the lines you know i fumbled my rhyme stoney trail rides we smokin spliffs by bricks it s a myth the gift to get lifted i gave the plant a sniff then i kissed it i made a wish the rest got blessed i m living in a plant the size of an ant it s 4 20 now it s time to react no need for a sack cuz i m sick of runnin laps look down by my feet and saw a little piece of ant crap where are we trapped in a plant the size of an ant and we re stuck to the sack how high it s the kola we got no map and forgot to pack a back pack a living organism material and organic vanac s animal kingdom biochem green nitro genismatter contain my brains essential for growth by photosynthesis varyin derivatives richter your riding high technical i detect dust in my perimeter pulse rate erratic your breathing sallow elbow strike vines technology plant intoxicants trapped inside the clone chamber production dodgin atomic multiply if you supply fungi medicinal mushroom consumption digestion cannabis alchemy opium chemist and say drugs an aphrodisiac mc s they lack it your minds the size of an ant