Smoke flow lyrics

Something is not right in the head, too bad,

Docs can fix this shit when I'll be pretty fucking dead,

Please don't feed my ego, I don't feel that shitty need

I'm a bad seed indeed, just let me smoke my weed,

Never love money cause that love can kill,

Too much money love can get you ill

We still have awards though never kiss that shit

Defeat life, stay alive and fuckk retreat

We love the mic, we love life, we love the hip hop beat,

We only fight onstage and every show is live, you know that shit!

Fuck fame, fuck awards, fuck happy music,

The word is a tool, fool we have to use it

You know life is a game, at the heavyweight,

The final countdown can't wait, use the brain man it's never too late

Don't dig for diamonds in shit, don't be so fucking friendly,

Greedy motherfucker your coffin has to be trendy

I'm like a flea, check my id, inhale the sickness of my lyrics

Mentally I'm sick indeed, when I take the lead, I see you catching speed

Oh shit, go fuck the beat, it's rap man and this is it....

A long ways from home. I bring you another other

Two dope ass niggaz, me, self and my brother

Yeah, he's from another, should I let him explain?

Introducing me... what's that niggaz name?

Tice the nicest, with these mic devices

He slice twices, yeah, you can't fuck with him

It's the show for dough, y'all niggaz didn't know?

Yeah, I'm coming from the dirty O, that's the OH ten,

Me and my man, we keepin' it ground

We're keepin' it slime, you know I'm all about mine,

Yeah, that glock, that cock, gotta get it, don't stop,

That dope, yeah, up with dope down the hoe goes.

We be doing what we doing and that's the reason we are here

Unless you gotta doing this, you crap niggaz beware

I won't stop until I'm thru with this

Even if it takes gettin' shot a dozen times

You gonna see Beretta 9

I'm referred to as Kinetic, you bitches won't forget it

And out without a line, my rhymes will travel far

For many many miles, miles, miles

Upon my arrival, once my feet touch solid ground

You know I'm a score, it's like touch down

Go deep, don't sleep once I post up

Y'all niggaz better catch me like a photo close up.

Get back, lay back, don't say nothing

I'm a stubby nigga, never known for fuckin' frontin'

Don't get your mouth scotched, don't get touched

Don't get opened up like a mother fuckin' duchess

It's time and umm... still beating, no bulf it's in, the first, the last

You niggaz can't fuck with me,

I'm nice on this mic device, my soul, my weapon

I'll shot at your boots and keep you steppin' in the opposite direction

Yeah, you're fuckin' around, this nigga strides for perfection

You're fuckin' around and get laid down

When that tray pound on this sound shake the fuckin' ground bïtch!

• Artist:Cheloo