It's the tabernacle ganja
I heard Christ was a street name
He f*ck around and get the Pharisee sayin
"He got that top shelf shit" from Cannabis layin'
He gets his wine from water, turns to you and says while cross faded to
"Drink down" make you see now
Why he bleeds out, please bow at the stand
Turn to your neighbor and reach out
Weed, pot, chronic, blunt, reefer, Mary Jane, yeah
This shit's got it's own name
It's the tabernacle ganja
It's like you've seen the Holy Ghost
But if you ain't tried this shit, bitch you ain't even close
And I've been dyin' to know how the sober life goes
But I take another hit connected like I'm the pope
(Tabernacle)
DMT, found in BC
Harvest up Acacia trees, you take this shit see entities
If He pulls up I better be
Puttin' out the best of me
We fight eachother endlessly but blame it on the Enemy
Panickin' I'm panickin'
Pack it in, now pack it in
Take another hit again
That tabernacle ganja shit
Panickin' I'm panickin'
Pack it in, now pack it in
Take another hit again
That tabernacle ganja shit
Got high, sent off of the ground like I was Anakin
Take another dab again, increasin' what I'm lackin' in
This my type of medicine, Devil's lettuce blessin' this
THC she makes me heaven sent
(It's the tabernacle ganja)
And it's a radical departure
From narcotics prescribed for head trauma
They peddle, they shit the metal with genetics
Reveling in cash settlements
But somehow Mary Jane gets the devils rep
(It's the tabernacle ganja)
Take it back to biblical times
Just to belittle the ficklest of minds
Moses was high, most of the time
Information's heavily suppressed
But in order to connect with God, read through the subtext
They gonna tell me I'm just yappin' again
So in order to practice what I preach I'll pack a spliff
California sober, Mary Janes my one lover
Saint Cannabis the angel I'm standin' with 'til the world's over
(It's the tabernacle ganja)
You ignorant to be hating on stoners
We the most logical of all the drug users
We don't like needles but we love music
Under the influence of such a lucid buzz the truth flows fluid
I'm from the mothership
This that other other shit
Pluggin' into MF Sevin's track high off a blunt as shit
Got high sent off of the ground like I was Anakin
Take another dab again, increasin' what I'm lackin' in
Bands go vanishin'
Bodies gettin' traffickin'
Tithings go to buying off their crimes every now and then
Stone cold mannequin actin' like evangelists
Suckin up desire, vampires in the vatican
Word? Damn liars it's a tragic sin
Convincing the masses to throw money at them
Altar boys, lawsuits
Need our cash to settle them
Stop prayin in Mary's name and pray to Mary Jane
Panickin' I'm panickin'
Pack it in, now pack it in
Take another hit again
That tabernacle ganja shit
Panickin' I'm panickin'
Pack it in, now pack it in
Take another hit again
That tabernacle ganja shit
Tabernacle Ganja (feat. San Souci) Video (MV)
Performed By: MF Sevin
Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: Nicholas San Souci, Malakai Fisherbrown
MF Sevin - Tabernacle Ganja (feat. San Souci) Lyrics
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It's the tabernacle ganja
I heard Christ was a street name
He f*ck around and get the Pharisee sayin
"He got that top shelf shit" from Cannabis layin'
He gets his wine from water, turns to you and says while cross faded to
"Drink down" make you see now
Why he bleeds out, please bow at the stand
Turn to your neighbor and reach out
Weed, pot, chronic, blunt, reefer, Mary Jane, yeah
This shit's got it's own name
It's the tabernacle ganja
It's like you've seen the Holy Ghost
But if you ain't tried this shit, bitch you ain't even close
And I've been dyin' to know how the sober life goes
But I take another hit connected like I'm the pope
(Tabernacle)
DMT, found in BC
Harvest up Acacia trees, you take this shit see entities
If He pulls up I better be
Puttin' out the best of me
We fight eachother endlessly but blame it on the Enemy
Panickin' I'm panickin'
Pack it in, now pack it in
Take another hit again
That tabernacle ganja shit
Panickin' I'm panickin'
Pack it in, now pack it in
Take another hit again
That tabernacle ganja shit
Got high, sent off of the ground like I was Anakin
Take another dab again, increasin' what I'm lackin' in
This my type of medicine, Devil's lettuce blessin' this
THC she makes me heaven sent
(It's the tabernacle ganja)
And it's a radical departure
From narcotics prescribed for head trauma
They peddle, they shit the metal with genetics
Reveling in cash settlements
But somehow Mary Jane gets the devils rep
(It's the tabernacle ganja)
Take it back to biblical times
Just to belittle the ficklest of minds
Moses was high, most of the time
Information's heavily suppressed
But in order to connect with God, read through the subtext
They gonna tell me I'm just yappin' again
So in order to practice what I preach I'll pack a spliff
California sober, Mary Janes my one lover
Saint Cannabis the angel I'm standin' with 'til the world's over
(It's the tabernacle ganja)
You ignorant to be hating on stoners
We the most logical of all the drug users
We don't like needles but we love music
Under the influence of such a lucid buzz the truth flows fluid
I'm from the mothership
This that other other shit
Pluggin' into MF Sevin's track high off a blunt as shit
Got high sent off of the ground like I was Anakin
Take another dab again, increasin' what I'm lackin' in
Bands go vanishin'
Bodies gettin' traffickin'
Tithings go to buying off their crimes every now and then
Stone cold mannequin actin' like evangelists
Suckin up desire, vampires in the vatican
Word? Damn liars it's a tragic sin
Convincing the masses to throw money at them
Altar boys, lawsuits
Need our cash to settle them
Stop prayin in Mary's name and pray to Mary Jane
Panickin' I'm panickin'
Pack it in, now pack it in
Take another hit again
That tabernacle ganja shit
Panickin' I'm panickin'
Pack it in, now pack it in
Take another hit again
That tabernacle ganja shit
I heard Christ was a street name
He f*ck around and get the Pharisee sayin
"He got that top shelf shit" from Cannabis layin'
He gets his wine from water, turns to you and says while cross faded to
"Drink down" make you see now
Why he bleeds out, please bow at the stand
Turn to your neighbor and reach out
Weed, pot, chronic, blunt, reefer, Mary Jane, yeah
This shit's got it's own name
It's the tabernacle ganja
It's like you've seen the Holy Ghost
But if you ain't tried this shit, bitch you ain't even close
And I've been dyin' to know how the sober life goes
But I take another hit connected like I'm the pope
(Tabernacle)
DMT, found in BC
Harvest up Acacia trees, you take this shit see entities
If He pulls up I better be
Puttin' out the best of me
We fight eachother endlessly but blame it on the Enemy
Panickin' I'm panickin'
Pack it in, now pack it in
Take another hit again
That tabernacle ganja shit
Panickin' I'm panickin'
Pack it in, now pack it in
Take another hit again
That tabernacle ganja shit
Got high, sent off of the ground like I was Anakin
Take another dab again, increasin' what I'm lackin' in
This my type of medicine, Devil's lettuce blessin' this
THC she makes me heaven sent
(It's the tabernacle ganja)
And it's a radical departure
From narcotics prescribed for head trauma
They peddle, they shit the metal with genetics
Reveling in cash settlements
But somehow Mary Jane gets the devils rep
(It's the tabernacle ganja)
Take it back to biblical times
Just to belittle the ficklest of minds
Moses was high, most of the time
Information's heavily suppressed
But in order to connect with God, read through the subtext
They gonna tell me I'm just yappin' again
So in order to practice what I preach I'll pack a spliff
California sober, Mary Janes my one lover
Saint Cannabis the angel I'm standin' with 'til the world's over
(It's the tabernacle ganja)
You ignorant to be hating on stoners
We the most logical of all the drug users
We don't like needles but we love music
Under the influence of such a lucid buzz the truth flows fluid
I'm from the mothership
This that other other shit
Pluggin' into MF Sevin's track high off a blunt as shit
Got high sent off of the ground like I was Anakin
Take another dab again, increasin' what I'm lackin' in
Bands go vanishin'
Bodies gettin' traffickin'
Tithings go to buying off their crimes every now and then
Stone cold mannequin actin' like evangelists
Suckin up desire, vampires in the vatican
Word? Damn liars it's a tragic sin
Convincing the masses to throw money at them
Altar boys, lawsuits
Need our cash to settle them
Stop prayin in Mary's name and pray to Mary Jane
Panickin' I'm panickin'
Pack it in, now pack it in
Take another hit again
That tabernacle ganja shit
Panickin' I'm panickin'
Pack it in, now pack it in
Take another hit again
That tabernacle ganja shit
Writer: Nicholas San Souci, Malakai Fisherbrown
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid