Smart

[Verse 1: JamalThaDon]
Yeah, yeah, uh, one more time, uh
Tell me who can match this, I ain't never had to practice (never)
Orlando with the Magic, oh, [?] Lambos in the basket
Automatic from the three, and I ain't see one fall
But I arch it, I'm recordin' in the 304 (yessir)
Don't call me a nobody if you not already relevant (no)
I live in your head, I'm the best of the tenements
You dress nice, don't mean you bad, you a gentleman
Let's check price, cap the status like I'm a Letterman
They always ask if I'm going half-speed (half-speed)
It don't matter, even then bro you couldn't half me
It's time to master this craft and I ain't givin' up soon
I'll let you have the last laugh, there's no one left in the room
If you hatin' on my blessings than you need to get with it
There's a thousand haters like you, no need to be so specific
So this track is more like an attack, for those who listen
There's a difference of a Mustang and a [?] Honda Civic

[Chorus: JamalThaDon]
You can look inside but you can never tell apart
Say a thousand words but you can never say they smart
You can look inside but you can never tell apart
Say a thousand words but you can never say they smart

[Verse 2: Peyton Pearson]
Man, I got blood on the sword, the sword in the hilt, the hilt in my hands
The same hands I used to build me a dam
Separate the water from stainin' the land
Put a cake for the Klan
The [?] wizard that be makin' 'em grand
I got me like a thousand problems, 99 would be a blessing
I get blessings and a code to the [?]
Ain't got the time so I ain't sellin' you shit
Billy Mays couldn't [?]
But still, I'm makin' sure the camera guy follow this
How wild is this?
I took off from talkin' myself up off a bridge so I could toss you off this shit to fall in the pit
Honestly, if you caught me callin' it quits it must be Abaddon apocalypse
The mark of Cane adorned on the skin
Man, I'm abolishing the cops and the rich
Not to mention hollowmen and profits who profit off a doctrine and sin
Motherfucker, I got the balls and the dick
Leavin' the audience in awe without David Blaine or Copperfield tricks
Still definitively magic, I ain't callin' it shit
Aline the dot I put the target and "click"
An archer, the marksman, I'm decorated, venerated, [?]
Skill and the wits
I slaughter armies with [?] and fist
See it's the grenadier, man I'm still [?]
To keep receipts you'll need the Ouija Board to document those
Any releases, like the seasons, gone from hot and then cold
Ain't no lyrics sheets, on my scribes you'll find them [?] stones
Let's go

[Chorus: JamalThaDon]
You can look inside but you can never tell apart
Say a thousand words but you can never say they smart
You can look inside but you can never tell apart
Say a thousand words but you can never say they smart