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Rhyme Asylum is a London hip hop group founded in 2002 by MC's Possessed, Psiklone, Skirmish and Plazma - Plazma unfortunetly did not return for the second album. Rhyme asylum are known for their features of artists from both sides of the Atlantic such as Diabolic.
They began building a reputation from Deal Real open mic sessions between 2004 and 2005. A few years down the line they released their debut album 'State Of Lunacy' which featured U.S rappers Copywrite and Diabolic, the album cover was designed by Skam2? who has previously designed for Eminem, D12, Ill Bill and many more.
State Of Lunacy instantly became one of the rawest underground albums with songs such as Poison Penmanship, Stark Raving Genius and Attitude Problem which will not be forgotten easily.
Rhyme Asylum have played across the United Kingdom in Brighton, Southampton, Sheffield, Newcastle, Manchester, Glasgow, Birmingham, Ipswich and overseas in Hamburg supporting Dilated Peoples.
Smoke Screens and Pipe Dreams by Rhyme Asylum
Smoke Screens and Pipe Dreams Lyrics
- Kick back, grab your roach and Rizla, roll a jigger
- Spark it and join me for this motion picture
- Hand it to the camera man
- I taxi more zoots than cabs and trams and camper-vans in Amsterdam
- Spaced out, munching cookies, bunning zoobies
- A thick mist creeping out from under hoodies
- Drop hot rocks the size of suns
- Hit bongs and breathe green smog from fiery lungs
- Crashing out like stunt teams, hungry
- Raid the fridge for munchies like monkeys from Jumanji
- Trippin’ sittin’ down, the room is spinnin’ round
- My shrink is now shrunk ’til he’s fizzled out
- Exhale nimbus clouds, smoking skunk so I stay fucked
- Wake up, roll my tongue and blaze my taste buds
- Cold winter daze, numb as ice in a haze
- Bedroom window frame on summer nights with your mates
- So, why wait for Western medicine?
- When I can cope my way
- And smoke high grade for chest infections
- Mind raising sense perception, I make direct connections
- With lives made of recollections
- In the lab we get high off chronic blast
- And play traffic lights ’til my red eyes are stopping cars
- This stoner’s cataclysmic
- Roll spliffs so big the smoke rings turn passive smokers paralytic
- I got a slight problem, I smoke weed too much...
- Lungs hold so much skunk they're like a chest of drawers...
- If I do start to smoke weed.....won't breath out for a whole week and OD
- I got a slight problem, I smoke weed too much...
- We don't give a fuck.... when we smoked out
- In the land that's doped out (It's like that?)
- I won’t make the decision to break the addiction
- I’ll hit the green ’til I reach a higher plane of existence
- THC remains in my system
- As long as street hustlers keep smugglin’ grade for a livin’
- But chronic’s not for abuse, used to get a confidence boost
- But over the years, my tolerance grew
- When I’m offered a zoot, I won’t often refuse
- Everyone’s “giving up” but nobody follows it through
- But I’ll give up some other day, build up another J
- My love for skunk just munched my monthly wage
- Overfiends roam the streets smoking green
- Looked upon us hopeless seeds with broken dreams
- Take up drug smugglin’ and fuck tough punishments
- Handed out by our unjust government
- Both my eyes the color of blood, always buzzing off skunk
- Due to London’s abundance of drugs
- Mary Jane’s got me under the thumb, kept in my home
- Enjoys consumin’ my time and spendin’ my dough
- Kick back and enter the zone, the Incredible Hulk
- That relies on skunk to stunt my skeletal growth
- I was heavily stoned sessions ago
- But there’s five-man to a zoot, someone ain’t gettin’ a toke (nope!)
- It’s the one and only Plazma, provokin’ cancer
- Smokin’ ganja just to control my anger
- I got a slight problem, I smoke weed too much...
- Lungs hold so much skunk they're like a chest of drawers...
- If I do start to smoke weed.....won't breath out for a whole week and OD
- I got a slight problem, I smoke weed too much...
- We don't give a fuck.... when we smoked out
- In the land that's doped out (It's like that?)
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