El​-​ebration (Top of the World Reprise)

[Verse 1: Taboo]
Smell the
Smoke in the breeze, people giving me evil eye
In public, puffing trees before weed was legalized
My teachers lied, now I know what’s up
Since Def Jam let Redman teach me how to roll a blunt, now it’s
Partying in the streets, march to a different beat
My L’s belong in MoMA, it is an art when I twist the leaf
I mean my day is incomplete unless I create
A paradox and roll some sour in a Swisher Sweet
The rig is all glass, no plastic parts
I dare you to take a hit if you have the heart
I got a dab to spark, it’s so amber it looks
Like I snatched that shit straight out of Jurassic Park
Sipping a bourbon, that’s my liquid diversion
Deliver a verdict that would convict slithering serpents, but
I’m twisting the herbage and I’m fixing a burning
On 4/20, taking part in some religious observance

[Hook: Taboo]
Crack that shit, fill that shit and then roll it
Dry that shit, light that shit, and then smoke it
Inhale that shit, hold that shit, and then blow it out
At least we on top of the world if we going out
Crack that shit, fill that shit and then roll it
Dry that shit, light that shit, and then smoke it
Inhale that shit, hold that shit, and then blow it out
At least we on top of the world if we going out
At least we on top of the world if we going out
At least we on top of the world if we going out
At least we on top of the world if we going out
At least we on top of the world if we going out

[Verse 2: Coal Cash]
Tryna get so high on this bud ‘til I can’t remember who I was
A buzz to flood the mind and leave behind all the things I grudge
I love the times when I find myself on a bag of Buddha
Fumigate the shatter, vapor the brittle, a little dab’ll do ya
The ill zooted, bazooka cloud hitting me serious
Conscious comatose, hosting an out-of-body experience
Delirious on the couch in J’s house, getting blazed out
While my brother’s rolling more haze for summer days, shit is way loud
A grey cloud made a shroud of the finest herbs
So superb in my highness, I feel timeless, got no time to herd
My mind emerged into the cosmos and I’m barely sane
In the brain, I got webs ‘cause I love redheads like Mary Jane
The same as Peter Parker, believe me ‘cause I need to spark
An L of weed that’s larger than an on-the-run graffiti marker
The reefer-sparker, the architect of the sacred scripts
Stay lit hitting the dro, time to pack a bowl and take a rip

[Hook: Taboo]
Crack that shit, fill that shit and then roll it
Dry that shit, light that shit, and then smoke it
Inhale that shit, hold that shit, and then blow it out
At least we on top of the world if we going out
Crack that shit, fill that shit and then roll it
Dry that shit, light that shit, and then smoke it
Inhale that shit, hold that shit, and then blow it out
At least we on top of the world if we going out
At least we on top of the world if we going out
At least we on top of the world if we going out
At least we on top of the world if we going out
At least we on top of the world if we going out