Hey man, try some of this   It's absolutely dynamic   Oh yea, shit      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, okay 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 walk 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      Ahh, I just catch the fumes so I consume   Bend the room, with the duplicate tune   Spark another L for the cypher   Sit back and light the five inch adventure that's alright      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 bag's 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 puckered once, my lungs got jammed   My man said it wouldn't kill, but I choke, goddamn   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 the 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 Hooter ville, 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 niggaz   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 groupies think I'm stunnin' '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 this doper 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, 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   Lower da boom