Smooth With Mine

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kaos] Kaos, the futuristic, super mystic with vernacular The manufacturer, I be the Legend—call me Acura I be spectacular, in any consequence, I'm droppin' these Documents and prophecies that complement philosophies I'm quick with that, I'll flip the fact there, I'll insult you twice You run your mouth, I'll run your house like I was poltergeist (Damn) Lethal and trifle with equal evil disciples, have you believin' in idols Your peoples sleepin' with bibles, alright? And any sentence? I diminish and you know it cousin I'll be the chemist pourin' Guinnesses and Robitussin Consolidate the proper weight and find a pure description No complication, domination of my jurisdiction Spirits that's in me comin' cleaner with the chemistry Lyrics is pretty as a Dina with a Hennessey Now validate my style, I shake from here to Tampa Bay It makes you salivate, evaluate, you can't with K My paragraphs shatter glass from the frequency My habits fast, your faggot ass can't compete with me I'll flip the Hell, and it's pathetic when the sonic slanders I'm runnin' shit so well, they call me Emmitt Thomas Sanders Puttin' your mind on exhaust when I prove what I rip Make the sign of the cross, smooth with my shit [Verse 2: Mad] Yo, I thought I told you before, you couldn't even master rough drafts Of paragraphs I compose, I shatter glass with my flows But not the whole arsenal (A song or two'll splatter crews) Nautilus on the map (Like we're longitude and latitude) Frame of mind psychotic, it's the chronic at fault Each tainted rhyme's symbolic of a sonic assault Charged with possession of skills, your verdict's not guilty The shit I drops filthy, my ''Billin' Tops'' Milk Dee Vocab thick like Thousand Island, EMS You're about to dial when off the Guinness stout I'm wildin' Subtractin' bums and stackin' funds, you know the issues Attackin' drums and havin' nuns holdin' pistols I'm on-point like a porcupine, I toss a rhyme You catch it and copy, but your method is sloppy I be illin' on breaks, verbs I make stack papes You can feel it on wax, DATs, and 8-track tape MC's I mop with glow when dispersin' a proper flow Believe I'll stop the show, wrote this verse in an Optimo And smoke this but quote this: I roll with the dopest, no bogus But I notice the hocus-pocus on what you focus is hopeless (Damn, that shit was fat!) Weightwatchers, check the calories Mirror-breakin' analogies, irritatin' like allergies I'm havin' niggas movin' in cliques, it's been proven I rip Strictly for cruisin' The Bricks, but, still, I'm smooth with my shit