Intro:
 [Tash]
 Here we go
 Everybody grab a seat
 Welcome to Smokefest 99
 I'm glad you all could make it
 As you can see, this edition is the greenest Smokefest this year

 Verse 1:
 [Tash]
 Could tell to me, I suit it too
 Dipped in 24 characters
 Y'all Niggas don't feel me
 Then I blame it on your parents
 Cause Tash fuck it up,
 Don't twist it up with luck
 My style is calm,
 like I bought it off the ice cream truck
 Listen here, huh,
 Tash be crashin' Niggas with my beer
 Tash be partied down as fuck,
 swinging on this chandelier
 Tash be here, Tash be there
 Tash be everywhere, it's poppin'
 I'm here to let you know
 Fuckin' with me's not an option
 Cause Tash is my man
 Tash done started with a bang
 Tash done ended with a 
 That's not the same thing
 Tash'll split your brain
 Tash swings like gold chains
 I be rolling with King Tee
 We all in the same game
 But enough about the Tash
 Let's talk about some squeal
 You know it's bout to pop,
 when Likwit Crew is on the bill
 You can ask my Nigga Phil
 How real this is, the weed
 Smokefest 99 burn somethin' to the beat

 "Smoke, Smokefest time"

 Verse 2:
 [Dre of Outkast]
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 I was lookin' to get my scub
 Looked up like kid dynamite,
 the time is right
 We ride with tracks so fiercely
 That it seems like I'm already high tonight
 But I'm not, though it's only for a lack of hours
 And people be thinking I'm wilder
 Cause I be livin' and rippin' the track,
 and probably attackin' over your shoulder
 Fun, high is so much a leaf
 Myself I gotta be composin' that fine shit
 You notified a Alkaholik
 Then it's a popup, givin' it up bitch
 But you need more, rap,
 Some of my boys are still in the trap
 I mean to dose by
 But the slingin' got me snappin'
 Like the (?)
 I could the play you wanna bust with
 Or maybe you don't, whether go fuck with it
 Or nuff with, you suck dick
 So why you all over nuts swift
 I hold the microphone
 And that's with a byscript
 Pretty tightly
 And I'm keepin' the words crystal clear
 So you don't correct and try to bite me
 Very nicely, Aquemini
 My Nigga, (?)
 But I likely, don't test of that green stuff
 While I ride G

 Verse 3:
 [Big Boi of Outkast]
 Yeah
 Hard life, now picture this
 A Nigga in jail,
 rappin' while he smokin' an XL
 Tappin' with some spoons
 We go rank the boom boom
 Fresh of a planet with Sassoon's
 That hit full moons
 Talkin' black moons, tilly tight platoons
 Much lay under arms
 Songs, long John
 Wipe 'em in the drum
 Rhythm on the one
 Stay lonely is understandin' where I'm comin from, son
 The day you want it when you started that
 The time in-between us, will mean the most
 I toss my hat
 These chickens so bad,
 that I know it make you wanna cry
 But suck it up, burn it up
 Go ahead and do your thing

 "Smokefest time"

 Verse 4:
 [Phil Da Agony of Barbershop MC's]
 Now I kick my rhyme in
 You can call me Philly tight in
 Resitin' you an interview
 Like Phil die on UPM
 My crew translate
 Los Angeles scandalous like Watergate
 Phil on the break, Phil on the grape
 Phil in the blanket,
 feels bad like gettin' shaved
 Plus your taxes
 I'm ridin' exact for my access
 From my head down to my Air Max's
 You wax us and relax us
 Phil (?)
 Yo, my name is Jason,
 when I fill out my application
 To the Nation
 Niggas is gone gettin' bill with they face it
 Phil the race hit
 Feel the adrenaline
 I penetrate like penacil
 And Niggas be like Phil is illin'
 Phil is willin' and ready
 Phil is more like Eddy
 Phil be cuttin' out like Machete
 And confetti deadly
 Feel the pain when I walk through the rain
 Niggas be likin' sayin' Phil again,
 Phil again, Phil again

 "Smokefest"
 "This is a call"

 Verse 5:
 [B-Real of Cypress Hill]
 Now I be rollin' and smokin'
 Just holdin' the golden sack
 When me lungs be gettin' swollen
 Hittin' the bong, foldin' for Chronic
 Ironic, funk when the hydrobolic
 We got it robotic,
 keeps you wantin' for lotic tricks
 Are sonic
 Smokefest expel in you chest
 Who to blast, best
 For you to step back,
 cause your lyrics are like sessed weed
 Yes indeed, a session you need
 To retrieve it
 It's 10 Niggas in a circle smokin' a splif
 Believe it
 Retrieve it,
 Open the counter, can you conceive it
 I give you Dr. Greenthumb digits
 But don't repeat it
 The brew crew then to call the master together
 Hittin' you higher
 And fuckin' you up that much faster
 Zigzags that leaves pipes and ?farmbowls?
 All weed gettin' smoked
 But who the heck shows
 Excuse me if it seems to complicated
 The herb I hold is platinum,
 while yours is nickleplated
 Let me mash out, and breakin' the stash out
 The hash out
 And roll into the studio
 Let's smoke my Nigga Tash out

 "Smoke, smokefest time"