SmokeScreen (Feat. Lucid Lucious)

[Verse: Lucid Lucious]
My significant other
We started innocent lovers
Once intimate under covers
Now insolence when I’m under
The influence of another
These stimulants, they out number
They form an intricate hunger
And immanent I’ll be slumbered
And stored in a chamber deranged
No door to escape this estranged
Though more I’d like to maintain
This game we both say the claim
Even though we place strain
And all I know is erase trace
You keep fucking around even when it ain’t safe
Only to find out that I’m in the same place
Stagnant station, active patience
Absent faded, palette painted
Canvas naked, damage taken
Balance straightened, practice ancient tactics to keep me moving
And not get trapped and consumed in
To misusing and losing myself
To the soothing fine wealth
But time tells how well you’ve guided define self
Foul smells from your mind spells out trouble for your minds health
And as your life swells
You confine self
In a designed cell

[Hook]
I’m blinded by the flash though the vapors of the papers
Burning, turning into smoke and into ash I’m eloping
Cooking cranium crack, tripping like dope fiends
Hoping that I can see my soul through these SmokeScreens (x2)
Hoping that I can see my soul, Oh No!
Through these SmokeScreens (x2)
Hoping that I can see my soul, Oh No!

[Verse: Mark Henry]
Yo, it’s that toxic shit
I feel it burning up my esophagus, (oohh)
And the green ingredients immediately tranquilize
Coughing, and feeling hella nauseous
Nausious-ness fucking up conscience-ness
And im awfully off balance
But I'm still kissing on the bitch that has been fogging us
She’s still hot boxing us
Cutting boxes with me in her pocket
The guts that she cut outta my dutch are spewing out
And the flow just won’t stop this
While my lungs Kaboom, combust
I still need to taste your ooze
I’m so addicted to you, but don’t you know that your toxic girl
Stop it girl
Mixed martial arts now octagonal struggle
Fussing like hussle and bustle she pops off
When the cyclops barks
The lockjaw got a solid bond
But I got a muzzle on my mouth
And im hypnotizing the hypnotist into hypnosis
Coast to coast, from north to south
I muthafuckin’ float up, elevated hoping
STELLR wings but I ended up chocking
Provoking several things to pan heads
Which mended us to pots
(Oh poor me) Ima just run away smoking
The pitiful ritual is critical to my subliminal
Plain and simple to be literal
Blindsided by the screens in my vehicle
Crash, died, still dark
Lucid I don’t see it bro

[Hook]
I’m blinded by the flash though the vapors of the papers
Burning, turning into smoke and into ash I’m eloping
Cooking cranium crack, tripping like dope fiends
Hoping that I can see my soul through these SmokeScreens (x2)
Hoping that I can see my soul, Oh No!
Through these SmokeScreens (x2)
Hoping that I can see my soul, Oh No!

[Verse: Lucid & Mark]
(Mark)
Feel the latch from the catch
Stuck tongue elongates to a trap
Rude dude dumpin’ tricks caught in a map
From the ghoulish jewel burning lips that made me drool
And she is so fucking cool
And that fat lady singing
She makes the whole world shatter
What matters, the flatter of your power
Of that battle within this FUCKBOY, uh

(Lucid)
I’m frivolous, frantic man
Can’t get stuck up in a panic man
I can’t unhand these weary demands
Lately it’s been appearing oh so bland
Don’t show hands
No Conan
I can’t reveal
What’s gotten into me
My true identity
There’s no means to the end of this enemy

(Mark)
Caution tape complements my sideburns
Intake your evidence, and my side burns
I need the Heimlich, projectile bitter sweet
Love potion, not vomit
It’s my turn to serenade my opponent
Are you dangerous, you think you’re being used
Cause your souls taken
On the contrary, your secret agenda is to keep my mind loco
Fuck you, I love you

(Lucid)
Full acceptance
No exceptions
I’ve been protective
Fuck it I’ve left it, in the back of closets
Bottom of the boxes
I’m an alcoholic, pathologic
Given a psycho synopsis
From a toxic embodiment polished
Acknowledged, my true love I call it
Symbiotic