Smoke Mics

[Intro]
It's just a good beat...

[Hook: EP & Matter ov Fact] x2
Yo we smoke mics to the point we lightheaded
Doppel take flame to your name, quite wretched
Puff 'em like a cigar for one night sessions
One slight question, how we gon' smoke mics?

[Verse 1: EP]
Ayo we smoke mics like your mom smokes dicks
Everyday habit for the wench, allow me to quench
Lyrical thirst your hearing was parched
So I impart miracles first to tear you apart
Spark a light burning [shure] mic adore granulation
And keep it with the cord to ensure strangulation
How many emcees can flame a mike stand
To the point that this white man will burn into a slight tan
Grip it tight, right hand callous with them palms
Living life trife, damn, phallus with the bombs
My habits in Milan, all my habits in the U.S
Scorch a mic off a quite foolish [grotesque]
Gruesome, twosome the two best loot slum
Who done? Dropped about a two ton deuce from
The minute of an exhale
Get burnt to debris
Timid from the best
Ailing learned from the fee

[Hook: EP & Matter ov Fact] x2

[Verse 2: Matter ov Fact]
Ayo I got a hairy tongue and my face has grayed
From years of smoking mics lungs blacker than the ace of spades
Until I wither and waste away, fucks with E cause he gives me free beats and a place to stay
Good deeds the rap lords know
Fucked up his wardrobe helping this man pop start his Ford Probe
Never told him the calf when I hurled the slice
Yo I even pressed the nigga for some girl advice
Yo E I feel weird asking y’all but would you fornicate with a steel [?]
Yo couldn’t find the face the grass was tall
A beard rougher than a game of wheelchair basketball
He paused put down his glass and all
And replied in a subtle tone, Matter Ov Fact smash it raw
My man don’t be an ass and stall
When you’re done pass me the math so I can give the lass a call