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Story behind the song
Tone came up with the idea and wrote it early in 2001, the beat was made about mid oct. that same year. We didn't get to recording it until about April of the next year (due to scheduling issues,etc.). This is actually the re-recording of the song. The motivation to write this song is the very last thing Tone says on it so just twist one up, take it to the head and listen...
Lyrics
(Tone Dogg)
(Verse 1)
I buy O's/ to smoke blunts and bong loads/
with home boys visiting the cosmos/
smoke 'dro so green it was imported from the congo/
and also/ they say I'm just like waldo/
they can't see me, man 'cause I'm just too alto/
sometimes I pause and boggle/ cats minds saying, "how(?)" like they tanto/
wow, how 'bout that, how 'bout this/ rhymes is like some roundhouse kicks/
in your trap, stopping all that loud mouth shit/
your smoking trees but the shit/ I light/ puts me on red-eyed flights/
I can't let you know the source and I can't get 5 mics/
I get high enough in space that I could be a jedi knight/
I'm not within eye sight/ when I transcend twilight/
the smoke gives me infrared visions/
the exit of smoke is thick like the legs of some chicken-feed womens/
I sit inside the inner dimensions/ to make the illest renditions/
of that skill and precision/ spark up a philly and listen/
you can't neglect my mic/ ya'll's skills is only semi-tight/
the effect I get when I light/ my pipe/ puts me on red-eyed flights/
(Chorus)
I get h-i-i/ on this red-eyed flight/
I get h-i-i/ on this red-eyed flight/
I get h-i-i-i-i...
(Verse 2)
Man, I'm so high I could touch the god's feet/
my bad if it's off beat/ you're ears were confused
try to catch me, but the lost me/ if you ever saw me/
I was probably/ puffin' on that broccoli/
awfully blown like nagasaki/ kickin' rap that's sharp like shark's teeth/
on a first class flight to alpha centari/
on this cosmic terrain/ I got my girl mary jane/
with me on this vast expansion/ like a mansion/
on mtv cribs, yo, just sit back and imagine/
that shit was you and your boys passing/ some fat shit/
getting blasted/ better tell ol' boy not to tax it/
as soon as I left the earth I was disturbed/
by the inquiry if had some herb/ to match and pack up in a 'burb/
I said word/ I got you sir/
we was suddenly approaching jupiter/
I stared into that 'red eye'/ letting my head fry/
in the chemical stimuli/
that neurotransmits within my mind/ and get high/
in the sky/ outerspace/ you can see it in my face/
I ain't even here in this place/ man, I'm gone without a trace/
upon this red-eyed flight
(Chorus, repeated)
Let's get high!