Smoke

Blowing up smoke to your head I'm a raising hell but I gots a good story to tell
Two young rappers with a mic flirting with fire at the edge of the night
Folks come to see us guys grab their penis its a mass hysteria stare at the mirror

Got bragging rights this bitch is out of sight like a young Nigga in the night
Learn to relax and bask in the vast expanse between space and time from behind
Each new day we so often will pray with words to say we are made this way

Getting caught up in the mix with such an evil twist we have to lick our lips
Got these rhymes on tap so why I over react got to take it higher filled with desire
I'm a grown man you understand in the summer out working on my tan

Got bars like sugar got fire like spice we mix together everything nice
Stay with me now don't put your head in a cloud I'm thinking out loud
Got souped up rims for my Camry with a body kit slick with my dick

Haven't made a dent but I'm the chief man the resident plant my feet deep so I repeat
Some folks say I need therapy but who are they anyways I'm a straight shooter
Going to have my pets spayed and nuetered so in the future I could nurture

Feeling come and go but this much I know bust up the beat to promote the tempo