Can't stop, won't stop,
Psychedelic Beretta, Gregree,
puff green beret,
roll it up, lifted a lot,
no, I don't go to Sur La Table
but I'm always shopping for pot,
Merlin Merk Habla, abracadabra,
turn you into a cadaver
I flow nice, I name the price,
I monopolize the economics of dopeness,
don't fuck around and get smoted, bitch,
I'm a witch with an itch to add my secret ingredient,
I feeding it into the subliminal cypher,
slithering illness, catch a sight of the Viper,
I'm psycho but your girl loves the way
I hack the track to pieces,
not Keira but but nightly she loves to
jack my Gleason,
tell me, what's the reason you think you could step to us?
Your style blows like a gust of wind, we always win,
we're number one like a partridge in a pear tree,
spittin sacred science in this petri dish of physical reality,
I'll spit it until you fuckin get it,
take the bull and rid it,
the rabbit licked the ribbit,
the walkabout connected,
lock the lizards out
then get your dame to
swallow the key by the name of Gregree,
My style's fresh like a bratty kid,
that's why your girl's riding again like a Natty Dread,
I'm Gregree, I spark the mystic of tomorrow,
yes, I'm thoroughly dope right down to the marrow,
you know me, I was just chillin between Heaven and Hell again
but now I'm visiting your home,
rattling hyper viper rhythms on my skeleton xylophone,
hex marks the spot where my egg popped it's top,
let's get it cracking, bet you didn't know
that the Kraken was my pet squid,
I raised it in my baby Goat moat back when I was a Kid
so if you please, I'm releasing Elysium,
won't you go and lively up yourself and don't be no drag
because I'm doin' it, my skin's glowing blue,
that's proof I hail from Mangrove Valley
where the light-beams chase themselves,
let me play you a tune on my namesake
by the Lady's Lake,
let's live again Vivian
I'll spit it until you fuckin get it,
take the bull and rid it,
the rabbit licked the ribbit,
the walkabout connected,
lock the lizards out
then get your dame to
swallow the key by the name of Gregree,
Let me play you this here tune,
Song of the Moon Hare,
black and white, right and wrong,
I'm prepared to unite the pairs,
repair with my raps as your listening,
while you were missing me,
I was up on the mezzanine witnessing the whole thing
for I'm the Watcher and those wanna be gods
thought they had stopped me and they were getting away scott free,
well, Gregree's here to say I rip the dripping vein reins
from your clutches, your reign's ended
cause red handed I caught ya, I gotcha,
I'm savage like Macho Man,
this is the Gospel of Pan,
so disappear and whenever, wherever you reincarnate,
I'll be there to smack ya 'round like the stooge that you are,
I'm always horny, get splooged by the Morning Star,
get some pearls from my penis,
it's so big, I can lean on it like a crutch,
it's a bit much for your girl so when she tries to suck it,
all I can say is:
"hey, break a leg, it's your head so good luck"
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