Smoke Something Lyrics
DJ put the needle on the record, off the record
He heated the needle feigning for a exit
Scheming for the next hit, living with a death wish
Victim of the system, he was ignorant, except this
Yes, just sniff for a lil lift, for real, drift, gotta try to feel the mist
Get a twist, cuz the real world is still as fucking ill as this
Vanilla Dutch, Bacardi in the fridge
Ain't nobody in the crib just a party in his head
Hardly dead, but he feel he living, still he isn't
But he really just a victim of Philly, the chilly prison
The we live in, the evils, addictions, the people, the itchin'
El lead to the kitchen, where we do the whippin', packin', package pitchin'
Only thing my story probably lackin' is fiction
Got a gun strapped young black in the system
Punch back, you get punched at, not a victim
Got a mission, gotta fit in when your trying to get the clock a' tickin'
Without a pot to piss in
Got a nigga off his rocker, different, pull it together
Hoping this liquor probably stop the visions, neva
Just another way to cope, cold weather no coat
So clever so broke, no hope
No efforts looking down like the betta throw rope
So I ca choke, shit, I don't wanna climb
'less the top is the top and it's no place higher that I can find
Yeah I'm out of my mind
Speech golden, rhyme like I got a cheat code in
From a block cops hear shots and keep strollin'
Degree holding wasn't me, rolling sprees back in 03'
Knownin' the hoes be closely observin' these OGs
Proceed, most these young niggas el blow trees
Knowning she's out of touch if you ain't getting no cheese
So squeeze gotta bust till them hoes bleed
Or be at least tired of us that they don't need no beef
So the burner in the drawers, though a couple bad looks el probably turn into a war
A bunch of rap books, ain't no furniture at all
Just a kitchen full of food
And if I go broke then I'mma fix it wit a tool, I'm missin' a few screws
Neva listened in them schools, on a mission just to prove
That whatever niggas spittin' I was sicker then them dudes
Any sentence that I use, not to mention been amused
By the old school dudes, sister hit me wit some rules
Slip this up in your discman, this the shit that used to soothe
That them niggas used to cruise to whipping through the P's
Ricky D, Big Daddy, Biz Markie
Rakim Allah he probably was the god
Up until '93, Nas he was coming hard
Then the B.I.G. or the nigga from the pro-
-jects of Marcy, all them niggas I admired
Slim Shady and Pac both them niggas they was wired
Peace to all the Sires I'm bout to take it higher
A lil more fire, a lil more flyer
And I won't stop til I retire
Screeched tires got the neighbors screaming "Be Quiet!"
But they asleep so they don't even see the street riots
Beef and blood that's a week diet, gotta know it
But if you got it in the open then you gotta blow it
Gotta go wit whatever niggas handed, the weather been demanding
Frail niggas failed but the better niggas planned it
It'll do em well, zippin' through the grass, neva listened to them snails
Gotta shake the snakes want me sitting in a cell
So everyday that I wake it's to give these niggas hell, that's hell