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Yo bro 

Yo what did you put in this? 

Dude I'm not feelin'

I'm not feelin' too good 

 

Oh shit 

Fuck 

 

Hello? 

Can you hear me? 

Yeah 

Who are you? 

I'm really kind of 

 

I'm your inner conscious 

Speakin' from the Aye-Team 

 

Yeah, oh oh oh oh oh 

El Santo De Gangsta 

Volume II 

We got a lotta shit to say 

Muthafucka 

 

If yo the Jedi of pussy 

Then I'm Darth Vader 

Tearin' up the galaxy 

With my big ass lightsaber 

 

If you're a 

Class traitor 

A fuckin' instigator 

Yo momma so fat 

That she need a elevator 

 

Ima gladiator 

Infiltrator 

Comin' in hot 

Like a quantum radiator 

 

Cause I'm Big Smoke 

I'm the best at my game 

And you bitch ass niggas 

Think you could beat me 

 

So 

Sit the fuck down 

Lil' man 

All the bitches you slept with 

I could count on 1 hand 

 

Whole new level 

Which you could not reach 

So open up yo ears 

Cause I'm hear to teach 

 

Boy you want a schoolin'

Well here's an analogy 

You look like Lord Farquaad 

And rap like a donkey 

 

Fuck you 

And yo whole crew 

Big Smoke is in the house 

Here to show you what to do 

 

Fuck you 

Fuck yo whole crew 

And yo hoes are stanky 

From they head to they toes 

 

And yo welcome 

For the inspiration 

Cause it seems you've gotten betta 

At rappin' since we moved in 

 

Bitch now you know 

What real work ethic looks like 

Talkin' everyday 

In the shed on the mic 

 

You think yo talented 

Well get back to reality 

The only talent that I see 

Is jerkin' off on Call of Duty 

 

While yo girl 

Is lookin' at her phone 

Talkin' to some guy she'd ratha bone 

Makes you feel some kinda envy 

When yo gettin' none 

And Mike is gettin' fuckin' plenty 

 

Fuck you 

Fuck yo whole crew 

And yo hoes are stanky 

From they head to they toes 

 

If this shit is hittin' home 

Then yo smarter then we thought 

Cause it's us incognito 

Try and prove that it's not 

 

Cause all the rappers can't be like we 

Can't see like we 

All you haters out there 

Wanna be like we 

 

It's the snapback 

Safe crack 

Wack ass 2 step 

Muthafuckin' flip phone 

 

Fuck you 

And yo whole crew 

Big Smoke is in the house 

Here to show you what to do 

 

Fuck you 

Fuck yo whole crew 

And yo hoes are stanky 

From they head to they toes 

 

Oh man 

This is fucked up 

Fucked up 

Fuckin' fucked up 

We gunna get supa smacked 

We gunna get supa smacked 

 

We gunna get supa smacked 

We gunna get supa smacked 

Supa smacked 

 

We gunna get supa smacked 

We gunna get supa smacked 

Supa smacked 

 

We gunna get supa smacked 

We gunna get supa smacked 

 

First you crush it up 

Then you pick your method 

 

Bong 

Doobie 

Or helium fluorescent 

 

Then you make sure that 

You got the flame 

Always bringin' fire 

So step up ya game 

 

If you pick doobie then 

You're in for a treat 

Cause there's plenty of options 

So we turnin' up the heat 

 

Backwoods for alone time 

Dutches for the crew 

Ziggy's on the rush 

And juicy's takin' poos 

 

Now always make sure 

That you have enough 

Cause my friend's comin' back sayin'

That's good stuff 

 

I suggest a zip 

And a 1/2 a pound too 

But if you're Big Smoke 

You bring a muthafuckin' zoo 

 

Sing it Dougie Fresh 

What we gonna do? 

Sing it Dougie Fresh 

What we gonna do? 

 

We gunna get supa smacked 

We gunna get supa smacked 

Supa smacked 

 

Smokin' on that grass like 

I'm from outer space 

High off my ass from an 

LSD lace 

 

If you pick bong 

You betta carry on 

If you're caught off guard 

You'll be tappin' out young 

 

And if you wanna go 

And take the next step 

You should try dabs that are 

Hard to get 

 

I suggest a gram 

Or a whole case 

But if you're Big Smoke 

You bring a big safe 

 

Sing it Dougie Fresh 

What we gonna do? 

Sing it Dougie Fresh 

What we gonna do? 

 

We gunna get supa smacked 

We gunna get supa smacked 

Supa smacked 

 

(In this bitch)

Alright yo yo 

Big Smoke 

Wassup homies 

We about to get out here 

What's crackin'

 

Check it check it check it 

1,2 

Ight 

212 

Here we go 

 

To all my niggas in the 212 

My niggas are the best ever heard or seen 

For all the people in the 212 

My niggas are the best ever heard or seen 

 

We got Dew livin' in with the junkyard boys 

And Skeez in the back rollin' up 2 more 

Singing 

I wanna fuck some bitches 

 

Nobody betta fuck with me 

 

Yeah wassup you better try it son 

Big Smoke 

Know it 

You betta try it homie 

Fuck outta here 

Wassup wassup 

 

I got the Aye-team shootin' up trees 

My brothas in Chicago holdin' down for me 

Bitch you thought these lines were free 

This is a business 

Where's my fuckin' money? 

 

We got bouncers in the front 

Bitches in the back 

This is our party 

So we know we're gettin' smacked 

Cause I wanna fuck some bitches 

 

Nobody betta fuck with me 

 

Yeah that's right 

Don't fuck with me son 

You betta try it 

 

New York, New York 

That's where we eat 

Lower East Side 

Wassup 

Let's get it 

 

Harlem with my bois 

Ight 

Queens, Brooklyn 

Das where it's at 

 

Ight son 

Let's get it bro 

 

Fuck outta here 

Big Smoke time 

Can you hear the cries 

Of mother nature? 

Their selfish lies 

Have blinded you 

 

Can't you see the signs there 

In front of your eyes 

That you refuse to see? 

 

How do you mock the mother? 

Hear her last sighs 

You see the scorch marks 

And laugh as she dies 

 

How do you mock your own mother too? 

Did you forget all she gave you? 

Built the world for you 

 

I'm tired of the killing 

I can't keep letting this go 

I just can't bear it anymore 

I can't go a day without another 1 

I can't sleep at night 

I lie awake and cry 

Hope to water their life 

 

Blue tears turn red when fire starts 

And the beast awakens 

 

Father wolf inside morning raging 

Will destroy everyone 

Every coward who rapes and kills 

You know 

You know he would 

We were brothas in arms 

I brought the gunpowder 

You brought the charm 

Neva dreamed of having anyone 

Outside my right arm 

 

Yeah here we are 

The fight's on 

Now you sleep with all yo lights on 

 

Neva wanted to hurt chu 

Neva thought that one day 

I'd have to change and desert chu 

 

But you can't repay what chu stole from me 

And I don't forgive and forget 

So muthafucka easy 

 

You know Smoke's got mad bitches 

You know know Smoke's got bad bitches 

You know I get em like you neva had bitches 

 

But I still give love to my Indian brothas 

 

You know Smoke's got mad bitches 

You know know Big Smoke's got bad bitches 

You know I get em like you neva had bitches 

 

But I still give love to my Indian brothas 

 

You know I got a Glock in my 'rari 

And I'll fuck you up 

Worse than a safari 

Fuck you bitch 

I'll leave you in the sticks 

In a shallow grave with stab wounds 

And fuckin' contusions n' shit 

 

You watch me fuck yo bitch 

And you know she love that shit 

She watch me murk yo sorry ass 

And give me brain while I hit the gas 

 

My cousins n' sistas n' brothas 

They all carry muthafucka 

And you betta know they'll be there for me 

 

Meanwhile yo style 

Family ties 

All fake, torn apart 

Hate each other 

Tellin' lies 

 

That's the weakest shit 

I mean yo own sista man 

Rats you out 

After I hit it in the van 

 

Now you know I neva liked 

To have to murda a bitch 

You know bang em and bend em 

It's as cliché as it gets 

 

But we also know nobody likes a family snitch 

So don't blame me if she's ass up 

Face down in the ditch 

 

Uh huh uh huh 

Yeah yeah yeah 

Big Smoke 

Uh huh 

Greatest rapper in the world 

Uh yeah 

 

You know Smoke's got mad bitches 

You know know Big Smoke's got bad bitches 

You know I get em like you neva had bitches 

 

But I still give love to all my mothafuckin' brothas 

Ghost in my mind 

Wish I could leave that shit behind 

All they screams and they cries 

Followin' me like a night stalker 

 

My motha and fatha 

Are always askin' me why? 

Why do I live this life? 

Why do I pay this price? 

 

And being honest 

I can't look my own momma in the eyes 

Swear she raised my right 

But these streets are mean as hell 

 

When Fatha D looked at me 

He said put yo weapons down 

This city's full of evil 

And he told me that he got me 

And he told me Jesus loved me 

And that stuck with me 

The fathas words in my head 

 

Swirlin'

Like a fuckin' whirlpool 

If Jesus always with me 

Why'd he let those gangstas 

Kidnap Chrissy? 

 

I think if Jesus ain't helpin' you 

A Glock 9mm will have to do 

And always keep a tight crew 

 

Don't give no 2nd chances 

The strongest 1 advances 

We are our own Gods 

We bow to no odds 

 

(Where's Chrissy?) 

We are our own Gods 

(What, who?) 

We bow to no odds 

 

5'6 

150 pounds 

Brown eyes 

Light brown hair 

Chrissy 

Where is she? 

 

Fuck you 

(Ah, my leg) 

Next one is to ya head 

(Alright man I swear she's in New York bro)

(She's in New York)

(I swear to God bro)

 

(Oh God man no c'mon don't fuckin' do this)

 

Alright thank you 

Killin' em 

Comin' in the middle of a sentence 

I don't give a fuck 

I just do it how I end it 

 

Taps to my racks 

And I throw on the job 

L.A. to New York 

It's the Big Smoke time 

 

Rat a tat a tat 

On my Puerto Rican drum 

Beats so fast 

Gunna make ya dumb 

 

Livin' on my wave 

My genius is to grow 

Treasure chest again 

Right thru yo radio 

 

And to all the copycats out there 

It's the flattery 

Thinkin' you could be like me 

Is dichotomy 

 

Livin' the Big Smoke life 

Is the glamoury 

Champagne at hotels comes with 

The salary 

 

My 2 blunt net niggas 

Just fo' collateral 

Cause I don't wanna get there 

And my vibe is broke 

 

Livin' in the deep with the beats is the best 

Homie 

Dew 

Skeez 

And Dougie Fresh 

 

Livin' in the deep 

With some bumblin' bimbos 

Lesbian zebras 

And magical willows 

 

Bringin' you back from 

Death necronomicon 

Livin' up to new heights 

Is the vibe we're on 

 

My lyrical genius 

Is quite exponential 

Colors and forms 

Right out of the bedroom 

 

Self taught prodigy 

Just like Chris Langan 

Pendulum swings forward 

And a back again 

 

And a back again 

 

I'm like Superman 

Flyin' so high in metropolis 

My super sonic power 

Is just so ridiculous 

 

Future to the rappin' game 

Call me anomaly 

Cause it's just so easy for me 

Ya see 

 

I bring rhythm and lyrics 

For days n' months 

I'm Attila the Hun 

I'm on the hunt 

 

Constantly explorin' for 

New rhythmic combinations 

Leave it on yo door 

With no hesitations 

 

So if these niggas cymbal and roll 

With us 

It's the goal fo' us 

Cause the puff puff pass 

Is the soul fo' us 

 

And if ya smoke 2 blunts 

Then smoke 2 mo'

Nigga D.P. breath 

Get yo asses on the floor 

 

Alright I got a question for y'all 

(What is it Smoke?)

(Ask away)

 

1,2,3,4 

How many licks does it take 

To make a bitch hot? 

(Not many)

 

Just 1 if ya lick the right spot 

 

And how many blunts does it take 

To get yo ass smacked? 

(Not many)

 

Just 1 cause I brings the hash 

 

And how many drinks does it take 

To get yo ass on the floor? 

 

None 

Cause these beats are like no other 

(Oh shit)

 

Yeah 

Big Smoke 

Lil' Skeez 

Dougie Fresh 

Razor sharp 

Yo shout out to Mein China

They got a good ass General Tso

Ladies get yo asses on the dance floor

 

(Thank you come again)

 

Hippie hippie moo moo

Hippie hippie moo moo

 

(Move your body)

(Mikey)

(Look out faggot)

(I just need to take a shit)

 

(You speak like a poet)

(And you punch like one too)

(Allahu Akbar)

 

(I just need to take a shit)

(Wake up bitch)

 

(Ooo would you like me to park your car?)

(Mikey)

(Fuck you)

 

(Break it down)

(Shake your body)

 

(70 for a dime is a fucking deal)

(I'll be back at 4 to pick it up)

(Shake your body)

(Wake up bitch)

(Mwah mwah)

 

(Game's always broken when you're losing)

(Game's great when you're winning)

(Yeah what do you think of me now?)

(Mwah mwah)

 

(Don't beat me master)

(Don't beat this tired ol' body)

(No)

 

(Always comes to the number 9)

(Spongebob)

 

Hippie hippie moo moo

Hippie hippie moo moo

 

(It's a biggie)

(Mwah mwah)

(Moo moo)

 

(Well at least I didn't get robbed)

(And what can I do for you 4 fine black gentlemen today?)

(Spongebob)

 

Alright ladies 2 for 1 special at O'Brien's

Ladies night

 

(Fuck you)

(Oh my god stop cheating me man)

 

Hippie hippie moo moo

Hippie hippie moo moo

 

(Always comes to the number 9)

(Fuck you)

 

(Peterson do you have any comments on the Nazi presentation?)

(Communism is the movement of the working class)

 

(Yeah what do you think of me now?)

(Mikey)

(Fuck you)

(Spongebob)

 

Yeah what do you think of me now?

Mwah mwah

 

(Mikey)

(Spongebob)

(Always comes to the number 9)

(Yeah what do you think of me now?)

(Fuck you)

 

(Allahu Akbar)

(Look out faggot)

 

Moo moo

Hippie hippie moo moo

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