Mind Right
[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 4]
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"
[Outro]
And you know what I'm gon' tell you?
Smoke some fuckin' dope, and get your mind right