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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
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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