Lower da Boom - Artifacts, Michael Franks

A lot of cats put down grass man

Like uh, uhh.

because they say things about it

Like it makes you, lose your memory and all that

Well I just wanna say that uhh, uhh

I forget where I was man

(«Ohh-h OK cut, Freddy, Freddy stop.»)

Boom Skwad in the house

I lower da boom when I do the cypher dance

With naps and saggy pants as I romance the plants

I take puffs on stuff, rough enough to give a buzz

To my cuz, even though he don’t touch the stuff

See this blunt in my front, some say might stink

But yo the skunk helps me think

I’m a boom smoker joker with the knack because I’m gifted

Some say misfit, but fuck it let’s get lifted

I get a box of 50, get nifty with a spliff G

And tick tackle new jacks who tried to diss me

I’ve walked through the rain for dimes at the sess spot

Not hot with cops, cause I’d hate to get popped

I’m a terror to a trey bag, son you’ll soon see

But I gots to get, higher, lower the boom G

Lower da boom, you got to lower da boom

Where the brothers puff the ism and the smoke clouds the room

Spark that blunt, represent;

don’t front

We got what you want, it’s the indo funk

I consume, bend the room, with the Nubian tune

Spark another L for the cypher

Sit back and light the, five inch adventure that’s alrighta

Lower the boom, for the sess bags thicker

One’s a flight to Phillie, while the other one’s the liquor

Off to the weed spot, the bags better be fat

Or else you catch the speed knot, and holmes you don’t need that

Spark the indo or the L, sniff the weed

But I never get splits mista cause Tame’s been hip ta

The baby of the blunts, so I’m down to catch the contact

Here’s the rap chat, it’s a fact that I react

Smooth from the boom consumed a zoom zoom a zoomin

MC El the leaner cleaner thoughts dials tune-in

Into, the matter roll the blunt bunt batter

Pass the shit quick, don’t flip, with the chit chatter

I never puffed cause once my lungs got jammed

My man said it wouldn’t kill, but I choke, god damn

The sess starts to cloud the room

The Artifacts, commences ta, lower the boom

Lower da boom, you got to lower da boom

Where the brothers puff the ism and the smoke clouds the room

Spark that blunt, represent;

don’t front

We got what you want, it’s the indo funk

Ohh I hope I live to see the day they make it legal

So all the people can see what I’m smokin ain’t evil

Stop callin me a pusher cause I take pulls and take tokes

Cut snakes, cut breaks, and I hate fake folks

So pass the cheeba senorita cause I need a

Fat fuckin Phillie just before I funk a freaker

Creatin from a milk crate with hooks and riffs

I can lift em, and shift em makin jams like this

With the blunt in my left hand and the Phillie in my pocket

MC El, at my right, with the mic so I can rock it

Sess makes my eyes red, but shades only cost three bills

In Hooterville, so I’m chill

See the bigger the blunt, is how I feel about my indo

Because my moms would never throw my shit out the window

I puff herb til noon, chill and watch cartoons

Yes once again, I lowered the boom

Are you weeded?

Nope see, I’m doper for the session

Catchin wreck, check the tec, cause I’m sober for the sketch

If I’m caught smokin blunts, I catch a bad one from my clan see

I’m higher than a messiah so you know I’m handy dandy

Legalize it holmes cause the zone’s gettin bigger

From the whites, to the Ricans, cause

They learned it from the niggas

So who’s the first to kick it real, for the, cypher

Eight Phillies so you know you gots to pass the other lighter

Pass the incense gents, it smells out in the hall

My growth was never stunted cause I’m six feet tall

No need for the sheepa cheeba cleaner than, Beaver Cleaver

Though I’m down to pitch, with my skit like Tom Seaver

Either, or my jaw speak of true features

I must be, the freaker of the sober class teacher

So pass the Visine, so you can keep your eyes clean

Look to Looney Tunes, we lowered, the boom

Lower da boom, you got to lower da boom

Where the brothers puff the ism and the smoke clouds the room

Spark that blunt, represent;

don’t front

We got what you want, it’s the indo funk

Lower da boom

Spark that blunt

Lower da boom, ya got to lower da boom

Spark that blunt, represent, don’t front

I just wanna say that ahh

A lot of you cats, that don’t think

Marijuana should be legalized

Well you’re all fucked («Cut!!»)