Ding, ding dong it's time to smoke

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"Ding, ding dong it's time to smoke a bong"

Yo, sun's crackin' the blinds at the break of the dawn,
My internal alarm bell is ringin' the clock,
I stretch out my arms with a theatrical yawn,
Like a kingpin takin' his inventory of stock.
The birds are all chirpin' some kinda sweet melody,
But my schedule's more rigid, my purpose is dire,
I'm ignoring the news and the media medley,
'Cause I'm seekin' a state that's considerably higher.
My crew isn't mobilin', no straps are bein' passed,
Just my nine-millimeter beaker, a formidable chalice,
This ain't no street hustle designed for the fast,
It's a slow-motion takeover from inside my palace.
My throne is a beanbag that's seen better days,
But the grinder's teeth glisten, a platinum reminder,
I'm lost in the fog and a comfortable haze,
Of this epic pursuit, you won't find one that's kinder.

"Ding, ding dong it's time to smoke a bong"

Ding, ding dong, yo the water starts to percolate,
I apply the blue flame with a surgeon's decision,
Watch the smoke billow up then begin to circulate,
Like a ghost in the glass with a tactical mission.
This ain't just some habit, it's science I'm droppin',
A chemical process of pure sublimation,
The neighbors see curtains, they think that I'm coppin',
I'm just conducting a private space station.
My thoughts start to travel to Area 51,
I'm connecting the dots on a Schrödinger's cat,
This cerebral expansion has only begun,
Then I’m pondering why my whole pizza went flat.
I'm a lyrical felon, my wordplay's a weapon,
But the only thing I'm killin' is this bag of Doritos,
So don't get the wrong vibe or start oversteppin',
I'm more Bob Ross than a cast of Sopranos.

"Ding, ding dong it's time to smoke a bong"

Yo, the clock on the wall hit the pinnacle, ding dong, it’s a notice
My whole damn crew’s in the foyer, the vibe is ferocious
It’s a critical call for the chronic, precise and it’s brought along
You smell that? It's power, the scent is atrocious-ly potent
I grab the glass apparatus, this ain't no diminutive instrument
The grinder is gnashing its metal teeth, a mechanical beast
This chalice is sacred, a crystalline sediment's imminent
My mind is a weapon, this ritual’s how it's released
First pull, the bubbling water's a symphony playin' percussion
My lungs are collateral, holdin' it, fightin' the mortal desire
The smoke is a ghost in the air after manic discussion
I pass it clockwise, my circle is tighter than coiled barbwire
My thought process hazardous, a verbal contortionist, twistin' it sick
While these amateur felons are acting rehearsed on a poorly built stage
I'm a lyrical doctor, a doctorate practicin' rhetoric quick
You're stuck in the prologue while I'm writin' the final damn page

"Ding, ding dong it's time to smoke a bong"

The bass in the woofer is thrashin' the architectural frame
This potent concoction's a tactical, glorious green grenade
The bong is the scepter that's solidifying my sovereign claim
While you chase the followers, homie, my legacy's already made
So pack up another, this round is for soldiers who fell in the struggle
Your whole operation is delicate, fashioned from porcelain plates
The water is turning opaque, a sign we're inviting some trouble
This strain's called "The Chancellor," comin' straight through the forbidden gates
My temporal lobe is distorted, the pace of reality's slippin'
The squad is all zoned, but we're sharper than fragments of shattered ideals
They call me the high-minded author whose narrative's constantly grippin'
This isn't a game, it's a conference revealing how power feels
So when you hear that chime, that Pavlovian, militant ringing, a call
Just know that the generals gathered and stackin' up revenue facts
It’s the sound of the victory anthem my whole f'in enterprise's singing
We don’t relax, we reload, and plan our counterattacks.

"Ding, ding dong it's time to smoke a bong"

"Ding, ding dong it's time to smoke a bong"

"Ding, ding dong it's time to smoke a bong"