Smokid All Stars

Smokey Joe & The Kid/Waahli/Pigeon John/Nongenetic/ASM/Miscellaneous/Yousthstar/Blake Worrell/Charles X/Dj Netik

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Yeah! Haha! We comin' around, takin' up your town, that's right Betta hold onto ya heinies! We comin' in with the top The all-star Youthstar Chill Bump Charles X Pigeon John NON ASM Waahli DJ Netik And Blake Worrel And you know who- Smokey Joe & The Kid! Yee haw! Round it up boys! It's the arrival of the caravan Touch screen... SHAZAM! I'm looking super dapper Plus I'm more than just a rapper Watch me pause like a comma Shouting breaker 1-9... You've got smokey on your tail Tell the kid "that's the breaks" Erase your face with a paper chase Hood policy bless the city scapes (Ah!) Never placid like the lake We went from backaches to standing straight Its time to spot the polyglot Will erupt NOMADIC MASSIVE on your clock (bruh) Punks jump up Bad boys move in silence We don't get angry, we just get violent Money don't make me or break me, but don't mistake me Yo, fuck you, pay me My word, my balls never break them better believe I say things once then let my gun repeat it The hunt is on, forget about da season Loyalty number one Loose lips is treason 20 in the tank, I know what I really ain't White stripes made of paint leading me out of state Open road rage, let the kid out the cage Time to flip the new page and it works at any age I'm a bring the SS out Donuts in desert God at the rest stop, rest stop I'm a let him drive, use the force skywalk People talk? Let them. I'm a skylark so why park? Gravity called I didn't answer at all Surname's Dust got nowhere to fall My Chevy and some God damn pancakes 100 grand traded with a simple handshake I let it go, let 'em rattle, I know that snakes tattle So I grabbed my paddle and moved upstate I took the whole damn cattle and the trophy on the mantle All I handled and dumped it the Great Lakes Never stop fighting till the fight is done Till the last man standing and you know who won I kill more with a few words than you can with gun So bring a lotta ammo so you don't have to run Never stop fighting till the fight is done Till the last man standing you know who won I kill more with a few words than you can with gun So bring a lotta ammo so you don't have to run With the speed of comet, I hurl liters of murderous word vomit On top of this here beat, it's the mark of the mad-genius Feeds the competition nothing but the hard... Cold dose, 3 CCs of reality, stat Face the mirror, crumble at your own lack of abilities Too many MCs cramp up the cypher Like they're giving peeps free Dilla beats C'est la vie, mon ami That's why I need a ton of weed To drown out this onslaught of wannabes that follow me Word is bond like Sean Connery Born to shape the youth of today like it's pottery The honesty seeping through the pores Sleep speaking on the shores, multi-lingual thesaurus Forrest Gump-ing through life and thumping your wife, twice Cooler than a bucket of ice Splice the mainbrace and pass it on to the right Type nice when we birth rhymes Burst time with the first line Use the ensuing confusion inflicting numerous contusions Of the frontal lobe. Centre of balance thrown askew Bump wu, from dub speaker rack blast distraction the Last master craftsman brew. With artisans in Japan Battle scars like Partisans in Iran I saw a man extend his hand to the grand design Clutching at shadows. Puppet of the pantomime An amplified Gib-son sixty one and rip drums To raw shreds and flesh colored lumps son Strict analogue demagogue sorry dog You could hardly spar if this was volleyball I'm Robert Duvall. I'm Marlon Brando, I'm Harlem Hendo Old timer farming endo Secretly... feed you your own semen intravenously Remove your spleen and feed that to your grandma with her evening tea Enjoy the scenery While I stab you repeatedly beneath the trees Yo mans a rap addict I ain't kicking this rhyme habit (oh) I'm back at it to bat it with bad attitude rackets I;m here to cause static the bars are on automatic im Shooting of this planet with Smokey Joe and the Kid (SUCK IT!) You fucking maggots are bum bandits I've had it with your wasteman status Trying to act like you're the baddest but you're phony I'll skull-fuck your corpse in a morgue It's mister necrophilac I'll treat your soul as my whore (bitch!) I got an itch in my pants and its for your wifey I'll bend the slut over and Go Pro with the PO So what she see's in me is semen out my penis, G And all of this be happening in your loge while you be rapping, B The fact we see that you're wack Your style smells like an ass crack So fuck it, you can take that shit, backpack 'Cause I ain't having that Hearing you trying to bust a rap on this track I'll attack with a back to back To back to back To back to back To back to back To back to back To back to back Back to back smack This rhyme skillet I heat it and fry lyrics To the point that I might finish Ya quicker than one minute So, listen cause I'm in the business stirrin' up all this incredible heat Cookin' up things to makin' think you ain't nothin' in this game of rap kings like me That's right, you visiting my kingdom You a sheep in the heap of weak ones raomin' the land of the dead Look! Here's an example of what I do to those the ones Who talk too much mess "Wh-wh-wh-what?" "P-p-please!" "Don't!" "I didn't!" SHUT UP! I pull your tongue out with a wrench and a pair of clips Let it dry for a few days then I'm back with some scissors So big that I have to rip the jaw off to slice it Life of an all-star killer (thriller) It's all over, it's all over! Just incase you missed the name well it's Mr. Dangerous, A.K.A Miscellaneous Kids claim that I'm lame - Dumb fuck: correction! I've got bars off the chain like a nunchuck collection Punches on deck, I ain't feeling your reaches I bring the heat and pile up bodies like Tunisian beaches Lyrical genius: That's my fucking mind frame Beep Beep Beep Beep! Now get the fuck out my lane! You suck, you guys lame, you give me such a migraine I'ma shove my pen up my nose 'til it touches my brain Bitch you can't live. I'm finna split your damn wig And treat you like a Jew that just found Hitler's grandkid Kill your fam, affiliates and any fan that's feeling ya You nothing but fucking shit - rapping scatophilia A pit scrapping with kittens, you cats inferior Move pussy! 'Cause I dont wanna catch Chlamydia Yeah, I'm feeling like Michael Meaning I'm the best And the rest can all be recycled I ain't heard of one of you rappers since I touched down at the Eiffel I swear, could touch on a Bible I'm a —— not full-on asshole if I'm feeling it I'm probably smoking weed and acting ignorant Passing gas in the cinema then pass the blame on the innocent Says —— Take a fist full of cinnamon Smack a bitch with a dental probe Make an exit to —— And I'll be in the hood (in the hood) And I'm the illest so I know that I'll be good (good) I get my cousin to send me money And a pound of that —— And cut it down with some —— Then sell it at the Asian market Am I just being cocky? Or am I the fucking man? Am I just —— or am I a hundred grand? —— —— deep in your girl's sedan And I must be feeling it a little more than I say I am I say I am I say I am I say I am! (Ladies and gentlemen!) (Are- are- are- you ready?) (A-Are you ready?) (Are you ready?) (Lights, cameras, action!) (Let's go) (Let's go!) (I'm coming through it) Good night Sleep tight Don't let the bed bugs bite 'Cause we comin' to get ya' Ha ha!