Verse 1 (Klinik):
I'm makin' beats, I'm blazin' sweets that are
Laced with kief, trained to chief without coughin, what an amazing feat!
Take a seat and kick back and roll up your sack
Back to back Black Afghani with a pile of hash
Mounds and stacks of wax all surrounding you
I've got an ounce or two, my homies got some mountain dew
So what you bout to do? I pour the liquor in the cup
Put the pen up to the pad, look dog we're bout to rip it up
Can you even get enough, of microphones, the grip, the touch
Of audio blessings, I keep ventin' until I'm finished bruh
You know it's goin' down, yeah I'm holier than thou
When I step up in the session yeah my presence causin' bows
Live it how I spit it now, ain't nothin' different now
Blowin' on a lot of pounds, keep on diggin' up sounds
My crates bigger, probably spent like 8 figures in my lifetime, no I'm never in my right mind
I always right mines, never a biter or a jack faker
Ask your girl, she knows I'm a back breaker
Fat eighters weighed out to 4 up on the dot
The kid that's at the Dead show...
Until it's gettin' hot, had some run ins with the cops
Tryna harass my ass, but I'm never gettin' caught
Liftin' off my styles while I rip the song
And you know that this shit's a hit just like a lit the bong
Verse 2 (Realeyez):
Once again we back on a fresh Klinik track
The Soulution in ya ass, yeah bitch remember that
Only question we ask is where the fuck the spliff is at
Y'all can send us hatemail, bitch we just gon send it back!
Winning like I'm Charlie Sheen, spittin' like it's hard to breathe
Sir MC-Toke-A-Lot, livin' with the heart of green
Flowin' like the THC goin' thru my arteries
And we keep the cheebah chiefin' till our eyes start to bleed
(Up at 4am) Steady puffin' on a rugular
Loungin' in the dark eyes, starin' up at Jupiter
Breeze start flowin' and I'm smellin' all the juniper
Here's to all my Soul Vibers, new true food for ya
Mouth on the buddha bruh, plus we got the brew in cups
Burying a whack ass rapper ain't new to us
Pull the smoke thru my lungs, in my brain the future comes
The Soulution, where you get your real music from
We kill the mic and beat and do it only using tongues
Booze and blunts, yeah these dudes are crunk, steady poon and funk
Suited up to land on the moon
You feel this and find some real shit like Dawksonimon
Hip Hop sonic boom, packin' crackin' your soundwaves
99% of cats in rap are an outrage
Mainstream fake Gs who let the underground cave
Luckily there's Realeyez for the fourth down save
Verse 3:
(Klinik) We weed fiend ninjas with James Bond rhyme schemes
Behind me, you might see some cats that are grimey
With perfect timing, stars and moons aligning
Supply suns with energy, my force is blinding
Like high beams, divinely, yes I'm on the mic, see
The Mefadone Klinik, making classics nightly
The shit is frightning, I'm higher than a kite be
And Realeyez has got my back for those that try me
(Realeyez) We reinvigorate this art like a curator
This shit is elementary like a 3rd grader
Comin' at a pupil harder than a term paper
And if the beat is a bitch, I'm finna serenade her
Grip the microphone and put it thru a cheese grater
Sprinkle on a whack rapper if he needs flavor
Keep the Circle City feelin' like the equator
(The Soulution!) Never seen emcees greater