Northern Lights - Task Rok, Action Bronson

You put the flower in the grinder and you crank it

In bed with Mary, you could find her in my blanket

You got fire, I’ma blaze it, call it rise to the occasion

Fat shatter patties, budder drying in the basement

I don’t need no provocation to smoke, my occupation’s to toke

Even though it’s also making me broke

Come on Barack Obama gotta lend some change with the stroke of the pen

Quit persecuting all of those you’re supposed to defend

How’d it be, taking tokes of the Sour D, hourly

Gone like a falcon on the balcony

I’m trippin when I’m out of weed

I need a Buddha sack, that Pre-98 Bubba, Headband, the Super Jack

Blowing never get far, opening the fresh jar

Little Skywalker choking on the Death Star

Spoil bragger, e-nail coil rapper

Royal shatter rapper spitting harder than my oil spatter

My whole click keeps blowing all the glass

Growin all the grass and smoking all your hash

It’s a green rush

But we ain’t in it just for cash

We in it for the love till death dust and ash

I’m in the kitchen and I’m frying chicken

Eyes chinese, been getting hiney since the 90's

Cold honey and a parchment paper, hit the nail

Now I’m gone like when the wind hits the sails

Mami keep the bail for me cause she know that I be doing wrong

Now the beamer look like it got ewings on

Move strong, my bitch is jewish with a blue thong

Dabbing award winner out the new bong

Adjust the nail on the rig, now I’m sweating

Keep the pen in my pocket, I’m always rappin

Seven dabs open my visiano at the table

I’m known to order duck like Donald

Recession proof, I never need a bail out

I’m waiting for the postman, my drugs are on his mail route

I can do anything myself except for self doubt

So I don’t ever seek help, I only help out

It’s mad work, we doing lots of trimming

Then getting stoned like Islamic women

When cops slippin, the system is flawed

Isn’t it odd, when Gods given us plans

When it’s stances that laws forbid them

And watch out if you black and you speaking Spanish

Cause that racist law was made to attack and defeat Hispanics

It’s propaganda, we laughin at reefer madness

But the privatized prisons will profit when people vanish

That’s why I feel like the loneliest dude

The only one out of my friends without a Mobius tube

It’s rude, I don’t collect, I just buy and I use

I kinda abuse, my glass clogged, try and defuse, you lose

(Samples)

That bacon quave with the eggs man, I see you on some other shit

Fabulous, makes me wanna beam aboard the mother ship

For many too mafia, and Darby guns, it’s a take over

Spitting fire like my man Bates glass flamethrower

Smoking in my bath tub, cause fuck the damn club

I’m home alone, taking dabs out my HAMM bub

It’s all American, no phoney’ish

My only wish is I had a never ending supply in my Burtoni dish

Staying at the raddest inn, taking dabs at Addison

San Francisco stop to meet with Julio and dab again

We link with Chad and stay in san diego

Backstage at the bay cup, blazing with Danny Danko

Peace to Magweedo, Topher, and Toke Daddy

FunkMaster Kush, let’s twist up a bush and smoke fatties

And big ups to Wheezy feel like every show

You seem to always save our ass yo wherever we go

Hey yo, my buddy juggy acting funny off a hubby bar

Looking like a poo bear with his head stuck in a honey jar

Each etize sweet, at the hard rock

Rockstars carving out, I spark from the bar stuff

My life’s one big oil adventure

I’m laying honeys and making moneys like coil condensors

Let’s go