Song #7 from @elamental's debut album, The Hex Wrecker. This is 1 of 2 promotional bonus track I have included on Bandcamp, Soundcloud, and now Dsound, but were not included in the official publication of this album. The instrumental was created and is owned byDJ Quik (credit), and I throw it up hard for the west coast cannabis culture in this one. Smoke a Big Blunt is a tribute track for Dj Quik & cannabis.
At first I explain what creating hiphop and music means to me, describe aspects of my musical style, and tell everyone whats up with the west side clan, and how we get down. I then tell tales about how I use cannabis ritualistically and how it influences my creative process, and also some things I usually do when chiefing, including going out and living life to the fullest. I also describe how the radio plays bs, and real music comes out the basement, garage, or wherever your placement!
In the final verse I go into more depth about my cannabis discipline, how it effects my creativity, and what music AND cannabis means to me. "I aint content unless I'm hitting blunts in a tent... its intense". Both cannabis and music play an equally important role in my life. I would not be the same person without both of them. Thank you divine herbal and vibrational medicines, blessings all around.
Smoke a Big Blunt by @elamental:
Lyrics:
As I slash down all the haters that stand in my way
If they listen I bring them into my rhythm I portray
Its all a game to them but to me its a gem
I let it sparkle in the light as my sound extends
Meditative innovative notions I'm throwing
Right at you with a motion that don't slow or end
Fix the broken, and mend, its time to get up and send
the potion for the blend of the equation
I make it Cajun the hip hop contagion
Is that dumb punk mother fucker being too blatant
I'm making statements
and paving with patience a path for the ancients
and still craving for more but I can't take it
I'm breaking down all the sounds with the speakers
and lifting up the whole crowd in the ether
I make it sweeter with the microphone alone
Banging bass with a trace of the outer space tones
I bringing cake home to split with the fam
I throw it up for the west side clan
So throw it up if you west side fam n
Make um understand how this west sides ran
We making plans for the best keeping evil in check
And we will put you to the test if your rep aint kept
So if you west bless up live free and puff
a big blunt when-ever you want
that's right punks (voice box)
Tonight, is the night… to smoke a big blunt
Tonight, is the night that I'm writing a track
First, I hit the blunt then my mind reacts
As I exhale – I move to the next rail
Making the text sail you best bail if you cant handle
Make the scale tip and burn out the candle
Make the rhymes rip and trip out trample
as I triple it times multiply we be getting it.... hi
in the hide out – sittin it
Get the ride out we splittin it – its time ta
living out the life never kinda
I got a mind and my soul and spirit are just that
Bursting out with divine these are just facts
Watch me out-shine with some just acts
I'm just a real cat that gets real smacked and passes
I puff with passion every time its the same reaction
I puff the dragon... Imagine...
How I'm lit like Olympic flame I-make-it-rain-n'-happen
get-all-the-people-clappin-and-slappin-right-through-distractions-
in fact-man-i-get-to-action-its-active-a-tion-no-complication-a-demonstration-of-some-conversation
My major and concentration is revelation
Turn off the radio station and tune into creation
of some real music coming straight out the basement
banging bass on the pavement hitting blunts making statements
Tonight, is the night… to smoke a big blunt
In case ya didn't know I own the microphone
Put it in the zone touch down on the tones
As I roam this vocal mission hits me strait to the bone
And my home is turning lyrics to song while smoking bongs
And blunts to the long I puff like tough gong
Cheech and Chong status come get at us with strong
digity dankness only getting with the stankist
Yea we grow it in the ground and I cann-abis
Lets get twisted the mission get it double fistin'
I'm with it breaking down the buds then I mix it
in with some hash then I twist it fast puff pass
Pulled out the secret stash for the master
Abstract high rhymes I'm the crafter
And a dope beats and loud crowds is what I'm after
How can I do it faster when its all in its time
No reason to increase your speed if your calm in the mind
and your vibin' getting down with your tribe as I'm compiling
right on time with the stylein'
(last night) is gone now tonight is the requirement
Bringing funk to the vicinity and fire it
That is I light it up like the tires did
I'm wiring all this shit together no conspiring
I'm - deep in the cypher and I'm brighter with the higher spin
And your admirin' how I cut in when I begin
And then I win it no split decision you know I reap the rhythm
Then I give them - the missions intent its called deliverance
that's what I sent – and how I'm living that's what I meant
I aint content unless I'm hitting blunts in a tent - its intense
I'll get you so bent that you repent
I Implement intent as I emit imagination
Instrumental innovation sen-sa-tion-al
Break me out a blunt I'll catch a case of the flow
Tonight, is the night… to smoke a big blunt...
credits
from The Hex Wrecker, released July 10, 2018
Beat by DJ Quik & Co-Produced by JLR Productions
© all rights reserved
DISCLAIMER: This is one of two free bonus promo tracks for this album. Accepting no funds or donations for this song. These two tracks are separate from the regular album publication of "The Hex Wrecker".
Do not forget that this album is completely free for download on Bandcamp and Soundcloud (click the links to go to my music on those platforms), or CLICK HERE for download instructions.
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