The Deity Complex ft. Shadowstar Boxer - “Cold Smoke”

[Emcee(s): Shadowstar Boxer]

[Producer(s): The Deity Complex]

[Verse 1: Shadowstar Boxer]

Yo, can’t handle the rise of my chi, then it’s

No wonder that she can’t handle the size of my D. It’s not

My fault that I was born with this Hercules, so blame it on

Whoever you praying to with your burnt knees. I can see

Beauty in nothing, so there’s no need in fronting on your self-

-esteem in public, and if my light is too bright, you need

Some freedom, cousin, ‘cause I don’t dance with any lampshades

The demons you produce will be refusing you a backspace

I faced mine over the years, multiplied my gangster, like

A thousand times though my peers nullified my anger. If I

Walk right by choice, then my hero is me, and if

I stalk the night, boys are here to zero to three, they be

Ready to tuck jewels, buck tools, weapon drew, dug

Stools and shattered glass to jump through with flagrant “fuck you”’s

Hope to come through, upset at how I went out

Then maybe fools’ll get a clue, about to get down, yeah

Went to wars, a captain on the rocks—that’s the setup for

A little score of battle, and the hawk never let up

Rush everything, put ‘em on toast, wishing they’d never think

And keep ‘em off-balance, top a chalice, and have a victory drink

Pack it up. We’re set to roll, and that’s conservative

Trust ‘em just as far as I can nudge ‘em—that’s my word, it is

Mad respect to little kids who breakdance to ganja fusion

No one know better—might be better for the hungry movement

Fashionable complaints might as well be flatulence

Opulence and optimism options are for accurate

Imperfection and perfect tone, backup in echo stance

Esoteric verses effervescent, better get your fam

Ain’t no telling what’s next in this series of upsets

The champion status, quads pulling strings for rough bets

Pay to play and stay sharp or catch an okeydokey choke

And DDT into a pile of pesticide, cold smoke