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Get Smokes
Get smokes we aint got bodegas we got gas stations choke steady rock ready for whatever pops Split the surface like machete chops Better lost quick to toss directions To a trash can anyway slash fast getaway Crash whatever path and stop Whether its caskets or gas hits last drops Ill stash whatever math Ive added in a basket and bury it You let em pull the wool Ill pull the chariot faster Lungs like California raisins Singing some kinda blues version of search and destroy Im talking Stooges weathered tissue and bruises Iggy raw respect or step back Cute is what we aim at see where the flames at Neglect your neck Im on some Ichibad Crane raps Scared of the headless gaps in any audience maps Exactly where Ima buckle the whole frame Knuckles up the ruler is coming to measure The rudiments of your struggle by the inches Quit bitchin keep building Sheep sleep still shepherds dont peep dreams Reach til its real thoughts breach seams On a 5950 clipped skull dollar bill Keep the uniform wrecked trends kill Necks bend still when I step Bend steel when I flex head Kneel to the next near never No kings ever nope Sever all that just rap
Just a hair too abrasive for a nation on soft Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Dirty when the style aint Bringing the bomb squad density irritate Diggin in the crates full of sodium nitrate Burnt up my fingertips roofs on fire Fine just let me get in and find a warm place to sit Its fucking freezing out Who got a cigarette? Whos got an ove glove and a hard hat for me? (All I got is) dirt on the jeans ash in the cuffs Scuffs on the skate highs Keep em laughing at us trust Trust that I make (knives) that will land in your guts If your touch is not welcome Pacified pacifist seldom Someone took the nook Keep yelling on em No telling whatll happen if you Pass the fifth Keep your flash pasteurized mines like fresh outta the tit Ick schick sharp shards for darts Promise of skill arms up guard your heart Freal high crime low art Protect your neck face- satans bride Sparks for the underground ash for the waste Cmon take down clowns in the fake crowns Sound the loud siren get off my island Doomtree crew to consume the loose silence Fill it to the top with the live shit
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