Lyrics High As Hell - Keith Murray
Phase
one
I
grab
the
Henny
and
twist
the
top
Guzzle
it
that's
when
the
reaction
starts
I
split
the
chalk
with
the
dutch
Had
the
hash
in
the
greenery,
then
the
L
get
sparked
Keith
Murray's
never
smokin
on
babith
Niggas
give
me
dirt
and
I
throw
it
in
the
garbage
Actual
facts,
writin
exact,
sacks
of
African
Black
I
smoke
two
back
to
back
I
smoke
so
much
I
choke
out
fire
alarms
With
the
towel
under
the
door
feel
the
effect
of
the
bar
Put
Visine
in
my
eyes
so
no
one
can
tell
Looked
in
the
mirror,
said
to
myself
yo
you
high
as
hell
I
inhale
a
gray
smoke
full
of
tram
Get
3-Dimensional
visions
like
CD-ROM
Inahle
it
through
your
mouth,
freeze
like
you
froze
Then
*blowing
sound*,
blow
it
out
yo
nose
CHORUS:
Repeat
lines
11-14
2X
Me
and
the
Funk
Doctor
Spot
up
top
on
the
hop
Block
two
big
jig
hot
shots
coppin
mots
Seasons
slice
precise,
ice
'n'
tights
Chickenheads
that
circle
the
block
twice
If
you
chokin
then
pass
cuz
it's
not
a
game
Bitches
hit
my
blunts
and
never
feel
the
same
They
start
actin
strange
and
kinda
erotic
I
try
to
tell
her
you
aint
nothin
bout
no
chronic
Ahh
drats
I
think
I'll
take
a
long
walk
And
light
a
fat
one
up
for
the
sargeant
general
of
New
York
Who
determine
gettin
lifted
kill
brain
cells
maybe
If
it
wasn't
for
weed,
niggas
would
be
goin
crazy
So
smell
it
from
afar,
comin
from
the
bar
Or
rushin
out
when
I
open
up
the
car
door
Whether
home
or
party
in
a
bag
or
a
jar
Put
that
lah
in
the
air
and
represent
with
a
stand
form
CHORUS
2X
I'm
not
sayin
I'ma
a
pothead,
cuz
I'm
not
I'm
just
sayin
that
I
smoke
alot
Catch
me
in
V.I.P.
smokin
with
Dennis
Scott
Or
after
the
show
in
the
parkin
lot
I
only
buy
weed
from
a
selective
few
Cuz
niggas
is
wicked
and
they
will
get
you
I
ran
outta
blunts
got
some
paper
from
your
mother
She
had
extra
weed
so
we
rolled
another
No
doubt,
I
hear
you
out
Before
I
roll
my
L,
I
think
the
cancer
part
out
I'ma
kite
cuz
I
missed
the
buddah
spot
before
the
flight
And
damn
we
gon
be
away
for
like
12
nights
So
here
I
am
in
Amsterdam
gettin
high
again
You
know
what,
come
to
think
of
it,
yo,
I'd
love
a
Heineken
Inhale
it
through
your
mouth,
freeze
like
you
froze
Then
*blowing
sound*
blow
it
out
yo
nose
CHORUS
1 Intro
2 When I Rap
3 Incredible
4 Bodega Skit
5 Slap Somebody
6 Secret Indictment
7 Radio
8 Intersection
9 Shut the Fuck Up
10 Interlude
11 Media
12 Life On the Street
13 Jungle Boogie
14 High As Hell
15 Bad Day
16 A Message From Keith
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