Текст песни Smokid All Stars - Pigeon John , Smokey Joe & The Kid , Charles X , ASM , Waahli

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!