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featuring B-Real, Phil, OutKast 

Intro: 
[Tash] 
Here we go 
Everybody grab a seat 
Welcome to Smokefest 99 
I'm glad you all could make it 
As you can see, this edition is the greenest Smokefest this year 

Verse 1: 
[Tash] 
Could tell to me, I suit it too 
Dipped in 24 characters 
Y'all Niggas don't feel me 
Then I blame it on your parents 
Cause Tash fuck it up, 
Don't twist it up with luck 
My style is calm, 
like I bought it off the ice cream truck 
Listen here, huh, 
Tash be crashin' Niggas with my beer 
Tash be partied down as fuck, 
swinging on this chandelier 
Tash be here, Tash be there 
Tash be everywhere, it's poppin' 
I'm here to let you know 
Fuckin' with me's not an option 
Cause Tash is my man 
Tash done started with a bang 
Tash done ended with a <Machinegun shots> 
That's not the same thing 
Tash'll split your brain 
Tash swings like gold chains 
I be rolling with King Tee 
We all in the same game 
But enough about the Tash 
Let's talk about some squeal 
You know it's bout to pop, 
when Likwit Crew is on the bill 
You can ask my Nigga Phil 
How real this is, the weed 
Smokefest 99 burn somethin' to the beat 

"Smoke, Smokefest time" 

Verse 2: 
[Dre of Outkast] 
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
I was lookin' to get my scub 
Looked up like kid dynamite, 
the time is right 
We ride with tracks so fiercely 
That it seems like I'm already high tonight 
But I'm not, though it's only for a lack of hours 
And people be thinking I'm wilder 
Cause I be livin' and rippin' the track, 
and probably attackin' over your shoulder 
Fun, high is so much a leaf 
Myself I gotta be composin' that fine shit 
You notified a Alkaholik 
Then it's a popup, givin' it up bitch 
But you need more, rap, 
Some of my boys are still in the trap 
I mean to dose by 
But the slingin' got me snappin' 
Like the (?) 
I could the play you wanna bust with 
Or maybe you don't, whether go fuck with it 
Or nuff with, you suck dick 
So why you all over nuts swift 
I hold the microphone 
And that's with a byscript 
Pretty tightly 
And I'm keepin' the words crystal clear 
So you don't correct and try to bite me 
Very nicely, Aquemini 
My Nigga, (?) 
But I likely, don't test of that green stuff 
While I ride G 

Verse 3: 
[Big Boi of Outkast] 
Yeah 
Hard life, now picture this 
A Nigga in jail, 
rappin' while he smokin' an XL 
Tappin' with some spoons 
We go rank the boom boom 
Fresh of a planet with Sassoon's 
That hit full moons 
Talkin' black moons, tilly tight platoons 
Much lay under arms 
Songs, long John 
Wipe 'em in the drum 
Rhythm on the one 
Stay lonely is understandin' where I'm comin from, son 
The day you want it when you started that 
The time in-between us, will mean the most 
I toss my hat 
These chickens so bad, 
that I know it make you wanna cry 
But suck it up, burn it up 
Go ahead and do your thing 

"Smokefest time" 

Verse 4: 
[Phil Da Agony of Barbershop MC's] 
Now I kick my rhyme in 
You can call me Philly tight in 
Resitin' you an interview 
Like Phil die on UPM 
My crew translate 
Los Angeles scandalous like Watergate 
Phil on the break, Phil on the grape 
Phil in the blanket, 
feels bad like gettin' shaved 
Plus your taxes 
I'm ridin' exact for my access 
>From my head down to my Air Max's 
You wax us and relax us 
Phil (?) 
Yo, my name is Jason, 
when I fill out my application 
To the Nation 
Niggas is gone gettin' bill with they face it 
Phil the race hit 
Feel the adrenaline 
I penetrate like penacil 
And Niggas be like Phil is illin' 
Phil is willin' and ready 
Phil is more like Eddy 
Phil be cuttin' out like Machete 
And confetti deadly 
Feel the pain when I walk through the rain 
Niggas be likin' sayin' Phil again, 
Phil again, Phil again 

"Smokefest" 
"This is a call" 

Verse 5: 
[B-Real of Cypress Hill] 
Now I be rollin' and smokin' 
Just holdin' the golden sack 
When me lungs be gettin' swollen 
Hittin' the bong, foldin' for Chronic 
Ironic, funk when the hydrobolic 
We got it robotic, 
keeps you wantin' for lotic tricks 
Are sonic 
Smokefest expel in you chest 
Who to blast, best 
For you to step back, 
cause your lyrics are like sessed weed 
Yes indeed, a session you need 
To retrieve it 
It's 10 Niggas in a circle smokin' a splif 
Believe it 
Retrieve it, 
Open the counter, can you conceive it 
I give you Dr. Greenthumb digits 
But don't repeat it 
The brew crew then to call the master together 
Hittin' you higher 
And fuckin' you up that much faster 
Zigzags that leaves pipes and ?farmbowls? 
All weed gettin' smoked 
But who the heck shows 
Excuse me if it seems to complicated 
The herb I hold is platinum, 
while yours is nickleplated 
Let me mash out, and breakin' the stash out 
The hash out 
And roll into the studio 
Let's smoke my Nigga Tash out 

"Smoke, smokefest time" <repeats>

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