Klassico w/ Malfnktion, Ogi feel the beat, raVam

(Smokey the Ghost)
I was ten, when i picked up the pen
I like words when they bend, every word is my friend
Come out to play, when I got something to say
Feels like My Only purpose on this globe is to rap everyday
But then I truth is
You need this thing they call it money, solution for your worries, the ink of only ruins
Been Rapping since there was no body but Brodha V
Big Nikk, and me brotherly
Were Rapping for therapy
And the organisers ask us, mics dont really need a chord, in it?
Rap is just like talking, rap isnt quiet like art is it
Your just pretenders, wannabes and selectors, DJs only press play, who spread the cheese on his bread???

Chorus (Smokey the Ghost):
Closed minds, Can't contain us
Here we are now, Entertainers
We're all fine, dont pay us
But my voice lives on, till the DJ use his faders

(raVam)
TBA

Chorus (Smokey the Ghost):
Closed minds, Can't contain us
Here we are now, Entertainers
We're all fine, dont pay us
But my voice lives on, till the DJ use his faders

(Smokey the Ghost)
I got this family to feed, but i can't afford the greed, in a world full of plants man i'm only but the seed
Hope this Loneliness is breached, so i spoke it in my speech, joking that im ok, when im broken and it bleeds
Dripping on the page, till i slip into the feels
Cannot see the light so i kiss the earth with my knees
Met this reporter at a launch, promote us with a song
She looked at me and she Smile

(raVam)
TBA