802 Triple Leaf Mutation

new song : 802 Triple Leaf Mutation by Mr.GreenBeans all rights reserved. Lyrics : [Verse 1] Let me put you on to the blueprint Up here in the 802 where the winter don't quit I been breeding these strains since before you knew names Purpz in the greenhouse when the snow hit the panes They ask me how I do it I just smile and keep moving Triple leaf mutation That's the whorled phyllotaxy notation Blue Zushi in the back row Blueberry Pancakes got that smell you can't replicate though Slurricane number seven That's my contribution to heaven Took me four years to stabilize the genetics Most these cats don't got the patience or the method forensic [Chorus] I keep the recipe locked in the vault Vermont soil and it ain't my fault If you can't figure out what I already bought With decades in the dirt and the crystalline frost Cold hands warm the profit Can't nobody stop it [Verse 2] Tropicana Cherries budding in December Wood stove burning while I tend to every member Of the family tree I constructed from the ground Tangie terps so loud they don't need no sound See I learned this from my uncle back in ninety-three Before the laws changed and before the industry Had cats in lab coats trying to dissect the steeze I was in the mountains breeding with the expertise They want the shortcuts I took the long road Decade after decade watching each node Separate and multiply under my watch Vermont hidden like the method I will not divulge a notch [Chorus] I keep the recipe locked in the vault Vermont soil and it ain't my fault If you can't figure out what I already bought With decades in the dirt and the crystalline frost Cold hands warm the profit Can't nobody stop it [Guitar Solo] [Bridge] MrGreenBeans That's the name on the door When you see that triple leaf You know what I stand for Precision in the darkness Pride in the patience 802 elevation This my life's greatest creation [Chorus] I keep the recipe locked in the vault Vermont soil and it ain't my fault If you can't figure out what I already bought With decades in the dirt and the crystalline frost Cold hands warm the profit Can't nobody stop it [Outro] They still asking questions I just cultivate obsession