The Way of the Plann

Light the ganja
That's what you require
Take you high and higher
To the world you belong

I
Pour yourself a drink, as we take another trip
On a smooth flowing RnB tip, cos the clips getting ready
And punks can't be down with this state of mind
Can get it off all my homies check it out loc

Im gonna kick it on another level
Devils gettin' slain, step away
Try to fuck with me another day
Yo I pray whack rhymes like a mantis
It's gettin' people mad
Cuz the suckas coudn't stand us

Phat mentadellic, asiatic cool poet
With a brain full of disses, for damn bitches
Yo I know it gets hard being the T
But I managed, always comin' up
With something dope causing damage

On the weak, yo I'm freaks the funk
Till I'm flying, puffin' on the lah
(Do you quit?), i ain't tryin'
Buyin up another 20 bags for my bro
And you know i keep it going
'Til i can't no more, so oh

Here's another for a true fancy hiphop
The ones living real, check my skills
When i grab my steel microphone
Its gets ill on a quickfast, i got a smaller wrist than
Bruce Lee kickin' ass

[Chorus 2X]
Light the ganja
That's what you require
Take you high and higher
To the world you belong

II
Back in this G kickin' with the phat dubsack
Sippin' on the genie juice and I always get the love back
To my homies in true Asiatic tribe
Cuz in the hiphop industry, we got enough vibes
Straight pinoys, and you'll never catch us slippin'
In the crazy gas phase all suckas I'd be trippin'

In the house and my partners livin' phat
Talk to Johnny Krush and do you know where your headset?
(So legalize it, so legalize it, puff
Puff the ragga muffin, the tracer advertising)

So check it out, the T-R-A-C-E-R
Down with my homie Type, as illegal both for far
I not down with the cane but i took the mary jane
Our rhymes crazy flowin' just like water in the drain

So let me catcha wreck, catcha, catcha wreck
With the Mastaplann crew always comin' correct uh

[Chorus 2X]
Light the ganja
That's what you require
Take you high and higher
To the world you belong

Break it down
Smooth
Somethin

III
So yo chill for a sec
Cuz the type is full of wreck
So check all the punk fools
With my mind like a Tech-9

I'm spranging minds
All around make you wanna getdown'
And take a buddha for the buddhafide sound

So let me flip the script, grab the mic real quick
And kick it one time, cuz the tracer's comin' sic
On this track, the Asiatic tribe's got my back
Livin' straight stack, with the phat buddha stack

And my Asiatic clicks gettin' sick
Affix my big quick, no shit because the lights anotha spliziff
Kill the riff in the stress as I'm zonin'
And this is for my homies and the bitches that we bonin' and uh

On the real, we stay true to the game
Everywhere we go, people yellin' out our name
The M-A-S-T-A-P-L-A- double N
Taking hits from the spliff, all the way to the end

[Chorus 4X]
Light the ganja
That's what you require
Take you high and higher
To the world you belong