Mind Right - Royce 5'9, Kid Vishis

Smoke some fuckin' dope, and try to get your mind right

Smoke some fuckin' dope, and try to get your mind right

Smoke some fuckin' dope, and try to get your mind right

Smoke some fuckin' dope, and try to get your mind right

My name is Kid Vishis and I provide for the smokers

For the soldiers that only smoke weed that’ll choke ya

Get that Indica into ya, it’s gon' feel euphoric

Couple puffs of this stuff, you gon' feel you orbit

Smoke some fuckin' dope, and try to get your mind right

Smoke some fuckin' dope, and try to get your mind right

Smoke some fuckin' dope, and try to get your mind right

Smoke some fuckin' dope, and try to get your mind right

I’m from an era where you hear killing burials happen

You from the era when the only killing you seen

Was a little nigga named Terry, dancing goofy shit

From your stereo blaster, wifing up groupies

Claiming a gang, when you ain’t banging a thang

Giving a thought at STD is the only time you clapping a ratchet

I roll a blunt, and get the masses to match it

Imagine that, use the world as an ashtray, I’m ashin' that, after I rap

Smoke some fuckin' dope, and try to get your mind right

Smoke some fuckin' dope, and try to get your mind right

Smoke some fuckin' dope, and try to get your mind right

Smoke some fuckin' dope, and try to get your mind right

My son say: «I got a girlfriend», good job son

My daughter say: «I got a boyfriend», I load a shotgun

I’m not one for you young, dumb, and full of cum niggas

I come with a drum, spittin' for my little girls innocence

With ignorance, that’s how I’m livin'

I’m feelin' it, cool

And so would you, if you abide by the rules

And my children are unborn, this is a message to the future

Tell 'em to come for 'em, 'fore I shoot ya

Smoke some fuckin' dope, and try to get your mind right

Smoke some fuckin' dope, and try to get your mind right

Smoke some fuckin' dope, and try to get your mind right

Smoke some fuckin' dope, and try to get your mind right

I’m out here tryin' to get the kinda cake that lawyers make

Bar for bar, I’m harder than the testing lawyers take

The game’s a waste and It’s full of these disloyal fakes

Say they a riot, but you gon' find out til' it’s too late

I’m tryin' live a life of happiness, fuck all this trashy shit

Give me some flashy shit, 'fore I get scrappy

Slap happy, rap nasty

You niggas know you don’t want it with me bruh

Act like I ain’t even worth a feature?

Master from the streets, I’m a con creature

Here to defeat ya, meet the reaper, it’s ya teacher

I’m the doctor and I order you to smoke some reefer, toke some cheeba

Then go to sleep, but when you wake you gon' call like: «Vish, I need ya»

And you know what I’m gon' tell you?

Smoke some fuckin' dope, and get your mind right