WHO LACED MY BLUNT?!

Concept - Who Laced My Blunt?!

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YOU DON'T REMEMBER SELECTING THIS SONG, OR EVEN PUTTING A QUARTER IN THE JUKEBOX BUT IT VOMITS OUT A STUTTERING HORN LINE THAT'S GOT YOU IN A CHOKEHOLD

"BIG HASH"

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YOU TURN AROUND AND NOTICE A MOTTLED CREW BOUND BY BUD AND BOTTLE AROUND A FINE TABLE OF TEAK. THE INTRODUCTION SEEMED TO BE A INVITATIONAL.

YOU SLIDE UP TO ASSEMBLY.... "TURN IDEAS TO A HUNDRED THOU

WAY IM FEELIN I COULD TURN IT OUT

SHORTY NEVER GONNA TURN ME DOWN

TYPA BITCH PROLLY BURN YUH DOWN

COOKIES GOT ME ON ANOTHER ROUND

IF I COULD BAG IT I COULD SELL

WEIGHING OPTIONS I DONT NEED A SCALE"

IT'S A PROVACATIVE STATEMENT. SMOKE BILLOWS, AS SMOKE OFTEN DOES WITH SUCH COMPANY, YOU DECIDE TO REMAIN SILENT THINKING IT BEST TO LET THINGS EVOLVE OF THEIR OWN ACCORD. SO FAR SO GOOD.

YOU REACH FOR YOUR PHONE BUT IN ITS' PLACE IS SOMETHING SMOKABLE, TUBULAR AND PACKED WITH GREEN, SO YOU LIGHT IT UP.

WAIT....THAT -WAS- MARIJUANA ...RIGHT?

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"WE ALL CONVENE UNDER ONE REGIME

FROM WHERE ITS A HUNDRED AND ONE DEGREES

NOT THE ONE YOU WANT IM THE ONE YOU NEED

TURN THAT MONEY SEED TO A MONEY TREE

YOUR BOYFRIEND A LAME HE A WANNABE

PROLLY THE ONE THAT HE WANNA BE

PUSHIN THESE PLAYS LIKE IT'S 1ST AND THREE"

YOUR MIND IS FEELING EXPANDED INSTANTLY. LOOKING AT THESE INDIVIDUALS THE AURA IS BLOOMING OFF THEIR VERY PERSONS. YOU FEEL "HIGH" BUT ALSO "BIG" , BUT NOT LIKE IN THE SENSE OF WEIGHT, BUT LIKE COLOSSAL.

THE HORNS LET GO OF YOUR NECK LIKE A DRUNK STEP FATHER TOO LAZY TO FINISH THE JOB. A BRIEF MOMENT OF SILENCE BEFORE THE MYSTICAL JUKEBOX SELECTS ANOTHER RECORD FROM THE STACK.

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A DRUNKEN STAND UP BASS PROFESSES ITS' LOVE FOR STANDING UP AND BEING A BASS WHILE THE GHOST OF A JAZZ MAN MANIFESTS AT THE KEYS TO TICKLE ALONG.

YOUR EARS WIDEN LIKE THE HORNS OF GRAMOPHONES-

"FOR TWLEVE MINUTES STRAIGHT, WE HAD TO HEAR THIS PUSSY SPEAK

BOUT EVERYTHING I DID FOR THEM

BUT WHAT THEY DID FOR ME?

EVEN THE KICKS IN THE PIC BITCH

YOU GOT THEM SHITS FOR FREE

TALKIN BOUT WHEN I SAW YOU I AINT EVEN SPEAK?

DAWG, I AINT EVEN KNOW WE HAD BEEF

ALL MY PROFILES PUBLIC I DONT PLAY HIDE AND SEEK"

HIP HOP OFTEN BLURS THE LINE BETWEEN REALITY AND REVERIE. EMPLOYING ANOTHER DRAG ON YOUR SMOKABLE YOU MUSE ABOUT THE MUSIC. IT'S NICE TO HEAR A DIRECT DISS AND LET THE STORY UNFOLD FOR ONCE. CONCEPT CONTINUES HIS ORATION-

"THIS DUDE SAT BACK AND STALKED ME FOR TWO YEARS

AND WROTE A TWELVE MINUTE DISS

BUT MY N*GGUH WHO CARES"

[NARRATOR - NAH IM NOT GONNA LIE FAM THIS SHIT FUNNY AS FUCK]

YOU GLANCE TO THE BACK EXIT AND A VERY GUILTY LOOKING PARTY SEEMS TO SLIP AWAY INTO THE NIGHT. MUST HAVE BEEN SOMEONE NOT IMPORTANT.

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MULTI COLORED SPOTLIGHTS SPARK INTO ACTION BLENDING HAZE WITH A NEON PALETTE.

VICE CITY VIBES FILL THE ROOM AS THE GUITAR AND CHORD STABS LAY DOWN A FUNKY FRAMEWORK WHILE THE PERCUSSION DOES THE TAP DANCING.

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"IM POPPIN MY SHIT AND SHE LOVE THAT

WHEN IT COME TO THE NUMBERS IM ON POINT LIKE A THUMBTACK

JUST GOT IN HER BOX GOTTA UNPACK

FLOAT IN THIS BITCH AND I DO IT WIT EASE

SMOKIN THESE TREES AND I DO WHAT I PLEASE"

YOU'RE AT THE BUTT OF THE BLUNT AS YOU TAKE YOUR LAST EXHALE THE ROOM STARTS TO FILL WITH MORE AND MORE STRANGE CHARACTERS. LOOKS LIKE THE EVENING CROWD AND THEY MIGHT NOT BE FRIENDLY. AS ANXIETY BEGINS TO SPIKE THE SCENE BEGINS TO SLOWLY FADE AWAY....

*BANG BANG BANG*

SOMEBODY HAMMERS ON THE JUKEBOX CUTTING THE MUSIC AS THE WHOLE VISION SWALLOWS INTO YOUR THIRD EYE.

YOU'RE BACK ON YOUR FRONT STOOP, IT'S LATE AND IT'S QUIET.

STARING AT THE ROACH STILL IN YOUR HAND, ALL YOU CAN THINK IS

"WHO LAVED MY BLUNT?!"

-FIN

PARTING THOUGHTS:

THIS SHIT WAS DOPE AND ROUNDS OUT EASY AT 20 MINUTES. SOME GOOD SMOKE TUNES AND SOME PROPER SHIT TALK. AN EASY LISTEN FOR THE HIP HOP HEDONIST.

GO TAKE A HIT - LISTEN TO "WHO LACED MY BLUNT?!" FROM CONCEPT RIGHT HERE