The Smoking Man

Lyrics

[Chorus: Denmark Vessey] Who stopped Cosby from coppin' NBC? (they did it) Who shot your favorite emcee? (they did it) Escuche, my nigga said they did it The ouija board said they did it, and I ain't even play with it In broad day, you gon' let 'em get away with it? (they did it) [Verse 1: Quelle Chris] Tell me something I already know A circus around every corner but I ain't compelled to go Like Cool James without his radio And every Eve, Dick and Teddy got a cameo The Daily Hoe, be paleo And come up off the bread and we GTG LOL's for the ELE Seventeen plus years post Busta Bust predictions Err'body want a slice from the fruits of the labor pie Plus the crust is hittin', or so I've been told Or sold, one or the two Might go back to some hood I don't rep and buy sodas for the youth The oldest trick in the book, what a goof Slip a ring off a star, while aloof Tryna come up on a spirit dinner Groupon Before the kids decided that I been rappin' too long With money long and thick as udon Hunched over walkin' like old white politicians You know the zombies who lobbied to eat the president Sweatin', watchin' they gene pool grow irrelevant I ain't tryna be a halibut in this small pond I prefer to evolve and get my walk on, greasy Get a busted clone like Yeezy Dye my hair blonde cryin' about how you need me OKs over the eyes like MD throw Old Bay over the fries Cigarette smokin' man in a long corridor eyeing Knowing how the music can influence stark climates [Pre-Chorus: Denmark Vessey] Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey" Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey" Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey" [Verse 2: Denmark Vessey] Rappin' about Martians, unidentifiable large discs Tall greys pop out like state-of-the-art tits Tex Avery eyes, tongue out a like a carpet Call Tommy-Lee Jones and Will Smith (ah shit) Satellite feed of the sacrifice feast Where elite pronouns and eat the weak for the harvest Eyes wide shut, masked plutocrats Ball that bohemian grove on the Google Map Stupid stacks, you ain't that stupid, stupid You know what's at the root of that (evil) Entertainer, where they threw that at? (see ya) Hack me, you gettin' dick pics and malware Go 'head leak them bitches, matter fact I'll share We can kazaam the whole zip for a file share V for vendetta profile with the wild stare I blame hip hop, the boule, the Masons Mufon, Koch brothers, Coen brothers, single mothers Stone cutters, CFR, nigga, Joan Rivers The theys, the thems, the deys, and seys and Beys Conspiracy craze, a wave, a phrase that pays White collar suits that look like Dave Coulier [Chorus: Denmark Vessey] Who stopped Cosby from coppin' NBC? (they did it) Who shot your favorite emcee? (they did it) Escuche, my nigga said they did it The ouija board said they did it, and I ain't even play with it In broad day, you gon' let 'em get away with it? [Pre-Chorus: Denmark Vessey & Quelle Chris] Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey" Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey" [Chorus: Denmark Vessey] Who stopped Cosby from coppin' NBC? (they did) Who shot your favorite emcee? (they did) Escuche, my nigga said they did it The ouija board said they did it, and I ain't even play with it In broad day, you gon' let 'em get away with it? [Outro: Denmark Vessey & Quelle Chris] Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey" Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey" Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey" Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey" Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey" Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey" Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey" Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey" Put on shades, amazing grace became "Obey"...