Holy Smoke

YUH
Holy Smoke..
Rollin' holy smoke
Blowin’ holy smoke..
Burn a tree of knowledge
Blow a holy ghost..
Book of holy quotes
Keep a rollie close, yah
I roll on the bible
I roll on the bible
Solo, no disciple
No scope on my rifle
I roll on the bible
I don't need no idol
I stay on my survival
Mama pray on my arrival
(please deliver me Lord!)

(whip!) whip game, he got whip game..
(wrist!) wrist game, break a wrist chain
No cuffs, no slave
He got disdain for the born rich
So he dip, then he switch lane
Now you should look at his dab
He wasn't grown in a lab
Light for the dark..
He got the gift of the gab
He got wrist for the slab
Write it in stone
He got the leather in black
He got the sword in the back
Millennial gat
Shootin’ at all the systems
And the politician's in the glass, YUH
(whoo)

Holy Smoke
Rollin' holy smoke
Blowin'' holy smoke
Burn a tree of knowledge
Blow a holy ghost
Book of holy quotes
Keep a rollie close, yah
I roll on the bible
I roll on the bible
Solo, no disciple
No scope on my rifle
I roll on the bible
I don't need no idol
Stay on my survival
Mama pray on my arrival
(please deliver me..)

In a 91 Mustang
No clues, just slang
You never know who's listenin'
Theres no truth, no love
No life left out here
I won’t judge
I will juug and finesse
YUH
So I’m inhalin' God in my chest
Fuck the stress..
Unless its a bullet that got in my vest
I’m the best..
Katana a pack o' piranha to flesh
Then I sesh..
Young nigga, blood fresh
The holiest smoke and it's blessed
Yuh

Holy Smoke
Rollin' holy smoke
Blowin’ holy smoke
Burn a tree of knowledge
Blow a holy ghost
Book of holy quotes
Keep a rollie close, yah
I roll on the bible
I roll on the bible
Solo, no disciple
No scope on my rifle
I roll on the bible
I don't need no idol
Stay on my survival
Mama pray on my arrival
(please deliver me lord)

..Holy Smoke I got holy smoke
Keep a rollie close. Breathe a holy ghost
Cross a burning bush, ask me what I chose?
Heaven only knows!! Heaven only knows!!
I would walk through hell just to keep my bro's
Never let em down. Never let em go
Holy sacrifice 'til my body cold!
Please don't make me catch a body
Everybody know, I'm heartless
I'm young and heartless
My beginning's in the darkness
When I was starving..
Eating crumbs up off the carpet
And now I'm carving
Through the culture
Fuck a chart ting - I kill the target, hard
I ain't got friends, I got enemies.. no
I ain't got friends, I got enemies.. yah
I ain't got friends, I got family.. yah
And, I ain't got time for apologies.. yah
Cause I ain't got time, I got prophecy - but
Niggas ain't gon' say what they goin' through
But that don' mean that they ain't goin' through
That's why you hold it down like you s'posed to
Cause fuck niggas always tryna "bro" you
Runnin' wit the bag, where the chase at?
Niggas always worried 'bout the pay back
Go to paradise and bring the cake back
Then I share it with my hood
When I came back
Feel like Robin Hood but the cape black
Feel like Malcolm X when I lay back
Feel like samurai when I cut ties
Holy till I die, screamin' "fuck lies!"
Enemies...
I ain't got friends, I got enemies
I ain't got friends, I got family.. ya
Smokin' the signals they sendin' me
Hope they remember me..
I sprinkled my dead uncle ashes
All into the spliff, real as it get
Burning my pain, history lit..
Niggas gone talk, we finna live
Escapin' the city, we call it a lick
So independent we call it a juug
Know I finesse it and cut..
All in my blood is the Gospel
Know I am blessed with the touch..
YUH
Holy Smoke
Rollin' holy smoke
Blowin' holy smoke

Massiah Profit & Co. ©