Yes, yes StarTrek The spliff music (The spliff music) Smoke up Shouts out to the StarTrek 5150 Genesee Yeah I'm feelin' righteous Pipe hits got me high as kite drifts The lights dim I like spliffs that hit hard like Mike Tyson's right fist I'm on the the mic, spit shit you can vibe with Crazy I used to be not shit, time slips My life shit, cop another dime quick My clique full of high kids, StarTrek From the known farfetched Government want control of yo' arms, legs, soul, brain, and heart My mind is natural grass, broke free from carpets Fuck snitches we know where you narcs rest I'm car-less, kickin', pushin' Kush so soft it's like twistin' the cushion Lyrical Glock, bruh I promise I'll pull it Knowledge is the bullet, shootin' at toddlers Bustin' at robbers, Robert Even the coppers, she a dime so I copped her I'm the type to meet her father, be cool as water Show honor, he said "I like you with my daughter" I'm the charmer, Earth is the god I believe in karma Do you? Practice good deeds, get yo' good karma