[Versuri „Smoke Flow”]

[Verse 1: Cheloo]

Something is not right in the head, too bad

Docs can't 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 a war draw, never kiss the shit

Defeat life, stay alive, and fuck retreat

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

We only fight on stage, 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 think for diamonds and 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 called rap, man, and this is it

[Bridge: Killarmy]

Ah, ah, ah, ah, yo, Kinetic

In the show fo' sizzle, shotgun, yo, yo

[Verse 2: Killarmy]

A long way from home I bring you another other

Two dope ass niggas, meself and my brother

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

Introducin' me?

What's that nigga's name?

Thanks the nicest, with the might devices

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

It's the show for dough, you all niggas know

Yeah, I'm coming from the Dirty O, that's the OHT

Army and my man, we keep in the ground

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

Ye, that guap, that cock, you gotta get it, don't stop

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

We be doin', is doin' it, the reason we are here (What?)

Unless you gotta doin' this, you crap niggas beware

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

Even if it taste like getting shot a dozen times

You gon' see, bro, better not (Listen)

It reffer to it's Kinetic, you bitches won't forget it

And out without a line, my rhymes will travel far

For many many many miles, and miles, and miles, and miles

Yo, uh, upon my arrival, once my feet touch solid ground

You know I'ma score, it's like touchdown

Go deep, don't sneak once I post up

Y'all niggas better catch me like a photo close up

Get back, lay back, don't say nothing

I'm a Scooby-Man nigga never know for fuckin' frontin'

Don't get your mouth touched

Don't get touched

Don't get opened up like a motherfucking Dutch

Yes is him and him, stupid him

The more friends in him

The first, the nice, you niggas can't fuck with me

I'm nice on this mic device

My crew, my weapon, I shoot at your boots to keep you steppin'

In a opposite direction (Bitch), yeah

You fuckin' around, these niggas try to move perfection (Bitch)

You fuckin' around and get laid down

When that train pound thunder sound shake the fuckin' ground, bitch

[Outro: Killarmy]

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Doom, doom, pistols

That's my dizzle