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johnny leomiti - holiest smoke lyrics

(intro)
in the name of the father, son, and holiest smoke
we blaze
our lord
amen

(johnny leomiti)
i’m (i’m) too elevated
speak my language, sad to say your very best amounts to just about my very basic, say less
i don’t think that you want this trouble (na)
cause’ ima k!ll you if i have to, blast toons
pterodactyl, with a little bit of weed and hash throwing smoke right at you (ah choo)
god bless you
eenie mini meeting mighty mo’
enemies
don’t want no, smoke a donk, get shot, i’m local, vocal, taco, loco
hot boxin’ in the whip, can’t breathe living’ in a devil chokehold
bless the room, i bless the bud, i bless the weed, i bless the blunt, i bless the ahh d-mn
(ahah me llik ami)

(hook)
god blessed your soul
i blessed the smoke
(god blessed the smoke, god blessed the smoke)
(gunshot)
weed gets you high
i put you down
(god bless, god bless, yuh)
god blessed your soul
i blessed the smoke
(god blessed the smoke, god blessed the smoke)
(gunshot)
weed gets you high
i put you down
(god bless, god bless, uhh)

(jay)
trained to go
trained for smoke
somebody shoulda told you that jay the loc
ain’t no joke, ain’t no debatable finna bang and hold it down for the set, though i aim for growth
for the sh-t that we rep in the city where its litty, two t-tties
where my n-ggas in d-ckies, don’t have no pity, coming for your neck hitting’ l!cks like a hickey, everyday gotta get it, gotta –
uh, eastside when we riding, whatever, get it done, we confide in, my city or yours, either or we can fight in
lse be the team, we bringing the violence
in the city where l’s get handed with sh-lls, straight to your membrane (east)
raising up h-ll, fl!cking off twelve, the crippin’ is insane (east)
f-cking up foe
running the torch
faded just spitting’ (heat)
throughout, all of the nutty norf, wicked west and evil east
but see
we don’t give a f-ck about none of that, ain’t never really had to run it back (back)
sensing the tension, knock out in trenches, my hands get to checking where your muhf-ckin’ money at (money at)
stopping is never an option, ain’t never been poppin’ for cash in my pockets, at times i was robbin’ two face
jokers, pull trigges on blowers, my city was gotham
my city was locked and loaded
blocks with locs
foes get folded
laundry clothes, addicted to pain, i’m overly dosed
thanking my god for the holiest smoke yuh

(herccules)
blessed to touch the clouds
the devil’s lettuce got me smelling loud
i can feel that holy smoke come out my lungs, i’m faded now
p-ss the smoke, i’ll catch it, if i’m open ima run a route
gps gon’ lead you to these hands you getting django’d now (wow)
i don’t understand (no) i don’t understand (no)
why you keep on lying man, i know that you a fan
i know you got a problem with the fact that i’m the man
i know that you get sensitive when sh-t don’t go to plan
you ain’t with the sh-t (you ain’t with the sh-t)
when johnny drop it ima blast this sh-t, ima act stupid like a bad school kid, suited for the mission like we all troopin’
who sent the mothaf-ckas that don’t want the smoke?
repent with the holy ghost
can you handle these words i tote?
getting hit with the verse i wrote, n-gga

(hook)
god blessed your soul
i blessed the smoke
(god blessed the smoke, god blessed the smoke)
(gunshot)
weed gets you high
i put you down
(god bless, god bless, yuh)

- johnny leomiti lyrics

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